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nekkednoklnd · 4 years

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Living on the Fault Line

Mid June, 1983

I’d worked all and began drinking way too early. Chuck, along with a few of the regulars were plying me with shots. Chuck knew it wouldn’t take much to get me to go off the deep end. My flames were in the process of igniting and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it. I was off for the next two days and I was ready to play.

It didn’t take a ton of time to close the bar, collect my tips and get the hell out of there. I was ready to get naked and prowl. I knew Maye was out of town, so there was little chance she would interrupt my plans.

I grabbed one last glass of Crown Royal and a beer and headed out the back door. Less than five minutes later I was standing on the front porch looking out at the trees. I was going to prowl, there were no two ways about. My horny gene had taken total control of my thinking process. Throwing caution to the I began to disrobe.

I was standing in the middle of my darkened bedroom beginning to play with myself. I was already hard. I needed more alcohol to calm my nervous shaking in anticipation of what might come to pass. I drank ferociously from the bottle of Jack Daniels as I stood at my screen door staring out of the night. It had little effect on my nerves. I lit the half-smoked joint sitting in the ashtray beside my chair. The first hit felt oh so good. I sat back getting smoked and continuing to chill my nerves.

I must have sat staring out through the screen for minutes before I realized I was doing it. I felt better. My nerves calmed. I was ready to wander. I took one last swig. Set the bottle on the counter. I went into my bedroom and grabbed the tube of jelly from the drawer of my bedside table and stepped across the threshold to the porch.

A car cruised down Broad Street, headed away from downtown. I waited for a second while it passed before taking hold of the porch screen door and pushing it aside. I stood for a second listening to the night. It was so calm. I stepped off the porch and into the grass. My feet moved instinctively in the direction my horny gene wanted them to go. Before I realized I was standing on the corner of Broad and Moss with my completely rigid cock in one hand and the tube of jelly in the other.

I stopped for a second and began to look around. I saw a set of headlights way off in the distance coming at me from downtown. I quickly scampered across Broad to the grass on the far side. I cruised up Moss to a place I knew I could cross without being noticed. I scooted between some low hanging trees behind a house and was standing in the middle of the alley behind the Masonic temple when the sheriffs' car passed. My heart skipped a beat. Was tonight my night again. My horny gene went berserk.

My mind raced. Had he seen me? What should I do? Where should I go? I wanted to get fucked so bad. All the muscles in my abdomen began to relax. My skin began to tingle. I looked down at the tube, good thing I brought it along. I needed to get cleaned out. I remembered the hose connected to the faucet on the other side of the Montessori school. I raced to the gate. Quietly slid the handle up and tiptoed inside.

I found the hose just where I remembered it being laid in a roll on the bricks. I quickly located the nozzle. I sat down on the bricks. Popped open the tube of jelly and squirted some in my hand. I rolled on my. I spread my cheeks and lubed my hole. I pushed my hand over the nozzle lubing it good enough to slide over my sphincter and up inside. I slowly turned on the faucet. A large swoosh of air gushed out. Next came a thin stream of water. I turned off the water and pulled my left leg high cocking it at the knee and slowly inserted the nozzle up inside. I moaned as it went over my prostate. It felt so good. I let it sit there for a minute or two before I turned on the faucet.

I began with a light stream and slowly increased the flow. My intestines began to fill. My muscles began to cramp. I took in as much as I could then turned shut the faucet. I dropped all the way down. I was lying there, sprawled across the bricks with the hose stuck inside. It took a while for the cramps to subside. I reached up and turned the handle on the faucet. I laid there as more and more water flowed into me. At the point I felt my tummy was about to burst I turned the water off.

I must have lied there for twenty minutes before the water began to trickle out of me. I reached down and slowly pulled out the hose. Everything inside began to flood out. When the last bit pushed its way out I bent down, grabbed the nozzle, pushed my cheeks wide and shoved it back in this time forcing it in deeper.

I twisted the faucet handle making it flow in faster. I could feel the water rushing deep inside my intestines. I laid still. On my side. In a ball as my tummy began to expand. I was going to take as much as I could. I wasn’t turning it off until I physically couldn’t take it any longer. My body began to ache. My temples flared. Sweat began to pour from my brow. I was in so much pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. In desperation I quickly reached up and turned off the faucet. It felt as if I was hallucinating. The pressure from the water pushed the hose out. One thick stream pushed out of me. I rolled over on my back and laid there looking up through the trees into the darkness. I closed my eyes. My head was pounding in my temples. That was such a rush. I was ready to do it one last time.

This time I pushed the hose in as far as it would go. I could feel the nozzle way up in my large intestine. One last time I told myself as I twisted the nozzle as far as it would go. I rolled over on my side and brought my knees up into a fetal position.

The water gushed through me. Entering every last place it could find. My belly felt as it was near bursting. I reached my hand up. A gloved hand gripped mine. It was the sheriff. He was standing over me holding the faucet wide open. I dropped my hand down cupping my swelling abdomen. The pain echoed through my body. I began to hug and puff. I was having trouble breathing. Sweat was flowing from every pore.

I must’ve passed out. I woke up with the hose still inside. Most of the water having drained out. I did my best to reach down and slowly pull the hose out. I laid on my back exhausted. I remembered the gloved hand. Was it real. Or just a dream.

I slowly came back around. I had the hose in my hand and began to cool and rinse everything off. I finally stood. The last of the water leaked out. I did my best to clean up. I dried my body as best I could. Using my hands to push away the excess water.

I leaned against the wall trying to figure out everything that had just happened. Was it really all a dream. It was time to go find out.

I picked up the tube of jelly. Twisted off the top. Squirted a little on the fingers of my right hand. Spread my cheeks and pushed my fingers in. My hole was squeaky clean. One finger, two fingers pushed in as far as they could go. I pushed my fingers in and out over my prostate. My cock come to attention. My horny gene was in control once again.

I was ready to get fucked. There was only one thing missing. I needed to get the lube deep inside. With my left hand I pulled my cheeks apart. With my right I pushed the tube up inside. It slid in with ease. It almost went too far. I grabbed the end and pulled it out and gave it a hard squeeze. I could feel the jelly squirting up inside of me. I was ready.

I pulled the tube out. Replaced the cap and looked for a place to hide it. Just at the bottom of the fence was an old rotting board. I stuck the tube between the fence and the board and stood back to look around.

If the sheriff was nearby, just where was he? I pushed back the branches between the fence and the parking lot of the drugstore to see if he was close. The light over the back door was too bright and there was a large blue dumpster in the way. I stepped over the fence and slid through the trees. I was standing at the back of the parking lot in the shadow of the dumpster. I still couldn’t see a thing. I slowly crept out from behind the dumpster. Still nothing. No one.

I stood for a second playing with myself. I was so hot and horny. What do I do next? Take a walk through the grass across the way? I could go to the club. Chuck would definitely be waiting. But, he wouldn’t fuck me and I needed to get fucked. I took a couple more steps toward the street. There he sat. To my left. His car parked in the shadow of a large oak tree. He was sitting in the front seat smoking a cigarette. My heart began to race. My temples flared. My mind went crazy. I was going to do it.

I slowly stepped to the side of the car. He looked up. Took one last big drag and pulled open the door. As he stepped around the back he flicked the cigarette aside. I instinctively put my hands behind my back relinquishing my will to his. He opened the front door and pulled the cuffs and chains from the seat. I knew everything he wanted me to do. He cuffed my hands and opened the back door. I laid face down on the back seat and bent my legs up at my knees. He cuffed my ankles. He took the chain and cuffed one end to the cuffs around my ankles and looped the other end through the cuffs around my wrists and pulled it tight. My body arched up away from the seat. He continued to loop the chain around and around until it was all used.

He closed the door and went back around and got behind the wheel. He took a minute to light another cigarette before he glanced back at me. I must’ve been a sight. Laying all trussed in the back of his car. He started the engine and pulled out.

I did my best to wiggle forward and get in a position where I could lay on my side. He heard me and turned around to see what I was doing. He immediately stopped the car, through open the door and marched around to the trunk. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Why had he stopped? He jerked open the door, bent down and forced a towel in my mouth. I noticed the leather gloves he was wearing and the straps of leather in his hand. He slammed the door shut and marched around to the other side.

He flung the door open. The first taste of leather sent my body into hell. Whack, whack, whack… One after another after another exploded against my backside. I screamed. I cried. I gripped the towel with my teeth as hard as I could. Every time I tried to wiggle out of the way he hit me harder. He must have slapped me fifteen times with those leather straps. As quickly as he started, he stopped. He opened the trunk and through the whip inside. He opened the door in front of me, bent over and pulled the towel out of my mouth. My lungs heaved. I gasped for air. He padded my head with his gloved hand. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me forward. I was laying with my head sideways on the seat when I heard his trousers being unzipped. I turned my head to look. He stood above me with his beautiful thick cock protruding out from his hips.

I wanted it so bad. I lifted my head. He knelt down. His knees resting on the seat. Grabbing my shoulders, he lifted me up and pushed his cock over my lips, across my tongue, and down my throat. He fucked my mouth. Pounding his hips into my face. His cock down my throat. Pop, pop, pop, pop… He fucked me for as long as he could. He came with one quick thrust. Holding it there until the last of his juice squirted down my throat.

He slowly pulled out. I did my best to lick and suck the rest of his come off and out of him before he pulled completely out. He dropped me back down on the seat and closed the door. I could hear his pants zipping, his belt buckle jangling before he opened the door and climbed back behind the wheel. He took a minute to light another cigarette before he started the cruiser’s engine and drove on.

I bounced off the seat as the cruiser pulled in behind the jail. He sat for a second with the engine turned off smoking his cigarette. He sat there. I couldn’t tell what he was doing. What he was thinking. Finally, he opened the door and came around and opened the back door. He bent over unlocking the chain and began to tug it out from between my feet and ankles. He let it drop on the ground. I extended my legs and he removed the cuffs from my ankles.

I crawled backward off the seat. He reached over and held me by my elbow and pulled me the rest of the way out. Keeping a tight grip around my arm, he stooped down and picked the chain away from the ground. Tugging by my elbow he led me to the trunk, pulled it up and through the chain inside. After that, he was guiding me through the back door of the jail and up the elevator to the third floor.

I was back at the same place he’d brought me last time. This time it was different. The lights were off. There was no one sitting on the metal picnic table. No blue haze emitting from the television. He opened the door and pushed me in and closed the door behind me. He pulled my cuffed hands through a window in the door and unlocked them. I was naked lubed and unshackled. I stepped forward in the dark rubbing my wrists. I could hear naked feet against the cement floor. Someone was standing in the dark right in front of me. I could smell his sweet lavender scent.

He came closer. His hands glided over my chest. My belly. My arms. I was going crazy. My cock was jutting straight out. His hand went around it. He squeezed. I gasped.

“Shhh..,” he said.

He was right up next to me. I could feel his chest against my shoulder. One hand slid up and down my back. The other slid over my chest and belly.

“The captain said you was com’min,” he whispered in my right ear. “So I was waitin’. He said you like that hole of your gettin fucked. Is that what you like?”

I tilted my head up and down in agreement.

I closed my eyes. His body was up against mine. I could feel his breath on my neck. His hands all over my body. He pushed his hands up over my back and chest. He gripped my throat and raked his fingers through my hair. I moaned and shuddered.

“Shhh…,” he said again, sticking his fingers in my mouth.

“Here, take hold of this,” he ordered, putting my hand on his big thick cock.

I could feel my knees buckle slightly. His hand went quickly down my back and between my cheeks. With one thrust, two of his long dark fingers shoved up inside of me. I gasped as they hooked and pulled me up on my toes, holding me tight. My head instinctively bent forwards to his chest.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, pulling me up on my toes. “You my little white bitch now. I’m gonna treat you right. Get you fucked as much as you wants. Maybe more than you wants. C’mon now let’s get you taken care of.”

He pulled me back into the darkness of the labyrinth, never letting go of my ass.

We wound around two corners and one straight hall. I could see some light coming in from somewhere off behind me. There was none where he was taking me. There, back in the farthest black corner he stopped, pulled his fingers from my ass and pushed them deep into my mouth. I tasted jelly and myself.

He pushed me down on a bunk and laid down on top of me. I pulled my knees up and out and he shoved his big cock in. I moaned as he began to pound. He sunk his teeth into my neck and sucked hard. I was gone. Completely gone. He pumped my ass for so long and so hard I thought for sure he was going to come. He never did.

Then, I was aware of other guys in the room.

“C’mon man,” somebody said, “let me get some of that.”

Now somebody new was fucking me hard. Pounding my ass. There was a cock in my face, and then another. One pushed down over my tongue and into my throat. Balls slapping against my forehead. Before I knew It I had one in each hand. Guys came. Guys went. I got turned over and got fucked from both ends. It seemed like every guy in the cell block was fucking, or would fuck me. I closed my mind and became a receptacle.

When a lull would happen my man would come back and slide his cock back in.

“How my little white bitch doin,” he’d ask, as he pumped his cock in my ass.

“You doin fine. You get some rest while you can. You ain’t gettin out of here til tomorrow night. You gonna get fucked a bunch tween then and now.”

He’d go away and more cocks would come in. Some big. Some small. Some thin. Some thick. Some long. A few thick and long. One was so big he pushed my ass to the limits. My whole insides were jelly.

I swallowed so much come. It was my diet. It sustained me.

During the mix of many different guys fucking there was one who stood out. It didn’t go well the first time, but he ended up being the only guy I wanted to fuck.

Not sure where he came from in the jail, or if he was in the same block I was. He just appeared. I was getting fucked by this group of guys. One in my ass. One down my throat. A couple of others standing around watching. Getting ready. As they finished he was standing off to the side waiting his turn. When they left, he bent over, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs wide, and hoisted me in the air. He was all the way in my ass in a second pounding away. Here I was with my ass way up off the mattress, my legs spread wide, my back arched, my head bent sideways getting repeatedly slammed into the cot.

My cock got so hard. He was fucking my hole in ways I’d never experienced before. By driving his cock in at the angle he did he touched all my pleasure centers in the perfect way. I was gonna come. I could feel my body ebbing in that direction. Then, before I got a chance to blow, he blew. He moaned. I could feel every inch of his beautiful cock twitching as he came. Squirting these enormous ejaculations deep down inside of me. He held me for minute or two, then dropped me down.

“Clean me up bitch,” he ordered.

Before I could answer or move he screamed at me again. “I said clean me up bitch!” His opened hand coming down hard on the side of my face.

My head numb. My ears ringing. I did my best to get on my knees and get his cock down my throat.

“That’s a good little bitch,” he said, patting me on the head.

I let his cock slide in and out. My tongue circling. Exploring every crevasse. While all this was happening word got out to my man and he came thundering back to the cell.

“What you mean slapping my bitch,” he screamed. “You got no call to be fucking with my property. She my bitch. As long as she in here she mine. You wanna fuck her, you fuck her. I don’t want nobody laying a hand her ‘cept me.” The two men glared at each other as I continued cleaning every last bit of come away.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Don’t mean no disrespect. The whore, just a whore was all I’s thinking. Whore’s need a lesson every now and then.”

He was standing in the dark. I could feel his eyes staring down at me. I heard him as he took a few steps away.

“She my whore,” my man said, “and she deserves the respect I want her to have. Now get.” “You okay,” he asked me dropping down beside me on the cot, “he won’t bother you never again.”

“I’m okay,” I replied, “He didn’t hurt me and he can fuck me again if he wants.”

“You want him to fuck you again,” my man asked.

“Yeah,” I said sitting up on my knees.

“My bitch here says she wants you to fuck her again,” my man called out to him. “Come back later.”

I could hear him stop. Everybody sat in complete silence anticipating his response.

“He could fuck me now,” I whispered to my man, “if he like too.”

“Fuck you again,” my man said, “right now.”

Everyone around us laughed.

“Guess she like that dick. Must’a put some voodoo on her. She a whore, that for sure,” I could hear them muttering.”

I didn’t answer. I sat there waiting. He sat there in the dark. Silent. Then, I could hear him slowly walking back towards me. My man pushed away from the cot and stood silently watching. I perked up. Sitting on my feet. I raised up as I sensed he was close. My mouth directly in front of his crotch. I felt the air as he undid his coverall. I heard it drop to the floor. I pushed my open mouth forward searching for his cock. I felt it glance off my cheek. I turned my mouth and caught it near the tip. Dipping my head I let the head of his cock enter my lips, slide over my tongue and down my throat.

The hairs of his balls tickled my chin. My nose flattened against his crotch. His wonderful cock was all the way down my throat. He pushed his hands on the top of my head, grabbed me by the hair, pulled out and slammed his pelvis in. Pop. He did it again, and again, and again. He’d pull almost all the way out and shove it back in again. After about five minutes of him fucking my throat, I could feel him getting hard. Every time he pulled out he was harder than the last time. When he got to be rock hard he pulled completely out and pushed me down on the cot. He reached down grabbing an ankle in each hand, spread me wide and stabbed his cock all the way down and in my ass.

I melted. I moaned.

His cock hit all the right places up inside to drive me wild. A first for me. He’d pull my ankles up and apart as he drove himself in. With one quick tug, he pulled me up, let go of my ankles and caught me underneath my thighs. I let my feet dangle in midair as he continued to slam his cock inside of me. I could feel the heat in my body rise, beginning to flare in my temples as I was getting ready to come. He moved his hands to my hips gripping my ass shoving me harder onto his spike. My head reeled. I exploded. My juices splattering over my chest and face. I opened my mouth to catch every drop I could. He kept pounding as hard as he could. He began to stiffen. I could tell he was ready to come. With one great jerk, he pulled me all the way up on his cock and held me there. He came. His cock jerking out every last ounce of his juice.

He dropped me down. My ass slid off his cock. I moved as fast as I could to push it over my lips and down my throat. I remember him tasting so wonderful. I could hear the nervous excitement of the other guys around me. As soon as he was done I knew they would attack me in a fury I hadn’t experienced so far.

First one guy pushed me on my back and another guy pushed his cock down my throat. I was getting fucked from both ends once again. As they finished others filled the void. I got pounded a lot in that session. When it was over I collapsed on the bunk. My man was there to comfort me. Taking a damp towel and wiping the come from off my face and back. He brought me water to drink. I needed it. Then it was time for another round, and another, and another…

I lost track of time and days. My lover, the one who got me to come several times came back time and time again. I doted on him like none of the others. Our last time was the best. It left me reeling.

He had already fucked me once and I didn’t want him to leave. He began to pull his cock out of my throat after I’d given him my best cleaning when I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back in. I was ready to suck him hard again so I could get his dick deep inside of me. He chuckled, grabbed my head in his hand and began to pump. It didn’t take much to get him hard. I got him to lay down on the cot and I climbed on top. It was my turn to fuck him. I inserted his cock in my ass and began to ride. Slow at first. Pulling all the way up and popping up and down in short bursts all the way back down. I’d grind up and down. I tried all sorts of ass twitches and moves even lap dancing with that great big cock of his all the way inside. Then from out of the blue comes my man.

“Captain says she gotta go,” he says. “Be back in twenty minutes to get her.” I stopped for a second.

“Hurry up,” he continued, “I wanna fuck her again too.”

I started to ride him again this time picking up my pace. He felt so good inside of me I never really wanted it to end. I could’ve lived the rest of my life with his cock inside of me. I just knew it. My man was getting anxious. I could tell.

“Comm'n,” he urged, “hurry up.”

Then he just said, “Fuck it,” and climbed up on the cot between my lovers legs.

“Pull out, he ordered, “but not all the way.”

A second later he had my lover's cock underneath his and was pushing both of them at the same time inside of me. I thought I was going to tear, but I didn’t. They were both inside me. My man and my lover double penetrating my ass. My man grabbed me by the hips and began to pump. I dropped on my lovers chest and began to moan. My whole lower body was numb. It was if I had this really big fist inside of me and it just kept ramming. My heart raced. My ears rang. My body was red hot and I was sweat like a crazy man. I took them shorter to come than I thought it would. They got more excited than I guess I did. They both blasted up inside of me and pulled out.

My man pulled me up. I couldn’t really walk. My legs were too weak. He draped my arm around his shoulder and drug me to the cellblock door. It was night. The lights were all off. Only the glow of the television lit the room. I did my best to stand. Come drizzled out my gaping hole and down my legs. When the sheriff got there I had one hand on one of the bars and the other on my man's shoulder. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“Clean him up,” he ordered moving aside. “Take him to the shower.”

My man helped me down the hall to the shower. He turned the faucet and the water shot out. I stuck my head under. The water was cold, but it felt so good. I turned facing the stream as it began to warm. My man handed me some soap and I began to clean.

“Grab that hose over there and rinse him out,” the sheriff ordered.

I saw where he was going. I spread my feet to make it easier. The water felt so good going in. I could feel my inside flexing from the stream. My man stuck it in. Let my belly fill and pulled it out. A pink milky ooze spilled out over the blue tiles.

“That’s enough,” the sheriff continued.

“Turn off the water and dry him off,” he said, tossing my man a towel.

I turned off the shower. My man handed me the towel. I dried myself as best I could without falling down. The sheriff moved towards the door and I followed. My man was right behind me. A minute later we stood in front of the cellblock. The sheriff unlocked the door. My man stepped back in. I was about to follow when the sheriff pushed the door closed and turned the key. My time here was over. Five minutes later I was lying face down on the back of his cruiser, my hands cuffed, being driven back to the exact location where he picked me up. I loved him. My ass loved him. A man of few words, but great deeds.

I stumbled through the bushes and over the roads and finally made it back home to my bed. My ass was still a gaping wound with bright red gashes over it, but I was satiated. I’d found the first guy who ever made me come. I’d got fucked by too many guys to remember. My kinky side was exposed more than ever before. I got more than I bargained for and never forgot it.

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nekkednoklnd · 5 years

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Cabin Boy

Chapter 4

The night was black as a thick rain fell soaking my body as I stood naked in the field. His thick arm encircling my belly gave me shivers. His long hard cock pushed deep inside my loins from behind. I quivered. His hand pushed mine away from my own thickness. I closed my eyes as his thick fingers gripped it hard. My head slumped back against his chest. My knees weakened. I fell down in the thick grass. He stood above me. His dark skin glistening in the rain... I was face down. I could smell the wet dirt through my nose. I could taste the wet grass in my mouth. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I was sweating. He was on his knees behind me. His cock deep inside my ass. He fucked me hard again and again as I lay whimpering underneath him. I was in a warm place. At peace. I was dreaming I was getting fucked. I came too as Chuck's mouth sucked the loose skin hard on the nape of my neck deep in his mouth. I was laying on top of him. My back against his chest. My head against his chin. His stiff cock driving deep inside. He had me around my knees as he pulled them up and out holding me in place as he continued to ram me as hard as he could. I stiffened for just a split second as I woke to my new reality. Then, closed my eyes, relaxed my hips and cooed as he repeatedly fucked the life back into me. He would fuck me this way every morning. His morning woody wakeup fuck, he called it. I felt Chuck come with a terrific blast, stiffening and holding himself in me until the last of his explosions squirted deep in me. He rolled off the bed with me still connected, carrying me just as he had fucked me to the shower. We entered the shower, his right arm let go of a knee and tightened around my belly. My legs dangled, my ass impaled on his spike as he turned on the shower. The cool water brought me back around. I hung there like a limp rag doll on his spike. My knees weak. My toes barely touching the tile. He grabbed my cock and balls and began to massage in some soap. Oh, the high. Having his cock in my ass and his big left hand jacking me off. I came with big explosion and a moan to match it. Chuck slowly pulled his cock out of me. I gasped, my eyes closed, my head tiled down, as the last inch of it squirted over my sphincter. He turned me around, pulling me up and into his arms. Our mouths locked. My arms shot around his neck. I clutched and pressed my face to his. I wanted this to never end. A quick hard slap on my ass pulled me from my bliss as he pulled his mouth away from mine. "How's that ass lad," Chuck asked, his cheshire grin spreading over his face. "Fellin better this mornin?"

I shook my head just a little. The sting was bad, but not nearly as bad as it felt the day before.

"Good," he said. "We'll need to work on it again tomorrow." "Com'on," he said, stepping out of the shower, "get yourself dried off. You have plenty of work to do this morning before I test your sea legs." His words came back to me from the day before. I needed to call work to let them know I'd taken a job for the summer. Call friends and reassure them I'd be fine without them. Last, call my landlord to let her know I was moving out and a crew would come around to pack my things and move them out. "Put your towel here," Chuck ordered, pulling open a door before discarding his, "and put a fresh one on the rack." "I have a tooth brush for you here," he said holding up a long thin box, "three times a day. And remember, don't make a mess. Rewards and discipline . Rewards if you continue to do things correct and discipline if you don't as you found out yesterday." My head spun for a second. I was his fish on his line and he was reeling me in. His words were to become my mantra. I'd do everything he asked of me and more. My job was to please him always. I turned off the water and stepped from the shower. I dried and placed the towel in the hamper as he ordered. Brushed my teeth and wiped the sink as he ordered. Found a brush in the drawer and ran it through my hair, making sure I removed every loose strand and flushing it.

The scent of frying pork fat and eggs tickled my nose as I walked from the bedroom. When I approached the landing of the stairs I could see Chuck sitting on a stool with his back to me, and a dark haired woman standing across the counter from him. They both looked up as I came bounding down the stairs. "Come here," Chuck ordered, "and meet Rosalinda."

As I stepped off the last stair I could see she was wearing only a floral bib apron. Her oversized breasts bulging out on both sides.

“Come here,” she ordered. “Let me get a look at you.”

As I got closer I could see there was more to her that I hadn't noticed. Something about her. Manufactured. Breasts larger and rounder than they should've been. Her cheek bones and lips weren't right either. Sunk in. Plumper.

"So," Rosalinda said with a Lisp, "is this your new little cocksucker?"

She grabbed my arms pulling them out and spinning me round.

"Oh now," she said, "this is a cute one."

Her hands dropped mine, sliding to my waist. She pulled me in. Her arms encircling my back, hands embracing my ass. She pushed her mouth to mine. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Her tongue darted in over mine. I tilted my head as she pushed her tongue deeper. With one precise move one hand slipped up my back grabbing a handful of hair as the other gripped my excited cock.

"You are quite the little fucker," Rosalinda said. "Nice cock and balls as well."

I felt feverish. My knees weakened.

"Well," she said pushing me to the floor, "let's she how good of a cocksucker you are."

Rosalinda raised her apron exposing her thickening hairless brown uncut cock.

"Come on now," she ordered, "open that beautiful mouth of yours and let me slide all the way down."

Opening my mouth wide, tilting my head slightly I drew the head in over my tongue and down my throat. it went all the way down in one quick move. I pushed my face to her belly. My chin to her balls. She sunk her hands into my hair twisting it around in a ponytail.

"Oh," she moaned, pumping her hips at my chest, "you are a very good cocksucker."

Slap. Slap. Slap... I could feel her getting hard as she began fucking my face faster. Muttering something in Spanish and moaning she kept pounding holding my hair tight in her hand. I closed my eyes. She fucked me more. I heard her groan and begin to pulse. She was getting ready to come. With one big shove she pushed herself all the way down my throat and held it there. Her cock began to twitch. I could feel her come splattering down my throat. She cussed and moaned holding my head in place. In a minute she was done. She slowly began to pull my head off her cock. As the head of it passed over my tongue I pushed my head in sucking the last of her juices down my throat.

"Oh," she moaned, bending over and kissing the top of my head as I let her cock drop off the tip of my tongue.

"You are a really good cocksucker," she said using the back of her hand to push the hair away from her glistening face. "Come now get off your knees and eat the rest of your breakfast before it gets cold. I'll play with you later."

With one hand fondling my cock and balls and the other massaging my ass, she gave me my a light peck on the cheek. When I turned to step away she followed close behind.

As I turned to look at Chuck I could see his thick cock jutting away from his crotch. He turned on the stool to meet me. I slithered in between his thighs cooing was my hands began to fondle it. I tilted my head slightly, pushing my mouth to his. Butterflies erupted in in my stomach, my temples flared, I was ready to get fucked again.

I turned my ass to him and began to slowly bend forward. Chuck took hold of my hips and pulled me backwards stabbing his cock deep inside. My knees weakened as he began to ram me hard over and over again. I grabbed the edge of the counter for support. He forcefully jerked my arms back locking my wrists behind me with one of his giant paws. I fell forward to the counter. Plates flew sideways. Glasses toppled. The greater the destruction, the harder he fucked me. I could hear Rosalinda’s excited exclamations through my fog. Pain mixed with pleasure. Red hot, I began to sweat through my temples. I was his meat to abuse. He exploded in me with one big glorious jab. He held me tight sucking in air. I lay there panting as he twitched inside of me. He was such a furious fucker. He melted my will away.

After some time he pulled me off the counter with his cock still inside. Pulling his stool up underneath, he sat down with me impaled. Gripping my shoulders, he pulled me upright.

“Spread your legs and sit back,” Chuck ordered. “You ain’t going nowhere. Rosalinda clean up this mess and bring my boy some food. My boy has work to do.”

My head was going crazy. I cooed as I sat back pushing my ass down on his throbbing cock. I did as he ordered wrapping my legs around his and locking my feet behind his massive calves. Turning, I kissed him under his chin, nuzzling my head to his shoulder. He clutched his left arm around my waist holding me in place.

“Good way to get the day started,” Chuck said, “gettin that ass of your’s fucked twice before breakfast.”

I gleefully laughed. The thrill of becoming someones sexual property sent my heart racing.

“And one cock sucked,” Rosalinda added dropping the full plate in front of me. “Here you go my beautiful little cocksucker, eat up. You’ll need your strength to make it through the day around.”

I wiggled my hips as I picked up my fork causing some of Chuck’s juices to seep out.

“Keep that ass tight,” Chuck ordered. “Don’t need you losing some of that good breakfast.”

I did as he ordered. Keeping my sphincter tight around his log until I’d finished Rosalinda meal.

“Now it is time for dessert,” I said dropping my fork.

I unlocked my feet and pushed my ass away from his groin. I caught his cock in my hand as I turned rising up off him. I pushed it in over my tongue, cleaning every inch of it before raising my head.

“Good boy,” Chuck said, “You’re learning quickly. Gonna be hard to let you go.”

I smiled. I liked the idea of his rewards. I wondered just how far I’d have to go to stay in his good graces. The first seed of doubt had just crept in. Then Rosalinda said the most amazing thing.

“Raoul needs to brand this one for you,” said Rosalinda.

My heart skipped a beat. My temples flared. I became flush at the thought. I blushed I guess because Chuck reached out and grabbed me around my ass and pulled me in and kissed me hard.

“Yeah,” he said spinning me around and rubbing deep inside my crack. “You ready to get that ass of yours branded?”

I swallowed hard and just looked at him not knowing what to do or think. A thousand different things shot through my brain. Who was Raoul? Should I even consider letting this happen? The pain. What would it feel like? How long would it last?

“You’d be mine forever,” Chuck said. “You ready to mine forever?”

My tongue thickened in my mouth. I couldn’t answer.

“Who’s Raoul,” I asked.

“He’s my man,” Rosalinda replied grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me out on the back porch. “Look, over there in the boat shed. That’s him.”

At first all I could make out was a dark shadow moving. Then, he came into the light. He was tall and thick. Way above six feet. Wearing only denim overalls and black boots. His shaved black head glistened in the morning sun. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He stared back at me. He smiled. I guess I smiled back, I don’t remember. My heart raced. My knees got weak just looking at him.

“You go say hi,” Rosalinda suggested. “Go on now. He don’t bite.”

I looked at her, then back at him. Chuck had followed us out and was standing, watching off to the side. I looked over at him. His Cheshire grin had returned. He was testing me. Waiting to see just how far I’d go.

I felt like I was in a dream. It wasn’t me taking my first step down the stairs. I looked back at Rosalinda and Chuck. He pushed his chin out suggesting I continue. I gingerly glided from step to step. Before I knew what I was doing I was headed over the lawn to the edge of the shed stopping right in front of Raoul. He smiled down at me, then turned and walked back into the dark. My feet touched cool dirt as I followed him in. I stopped for a second to let my sight adjust. That’s when I saw where he’d stopped. Next to his thigh was a flat, wide, scarred saw horse, darkened with grease and time. He moved away as I drew closer.

By now Chuck and Rosalinda were standing in the dark behind me watching. I looked over my shoulder at them, then back at the saw horse and Raoul. I turned and perched my ass cheeks on the edge looking up at him. The bench was cool and rough next to my ass. My heart raced as Raoul stepped to my side. Reaching out he placed his giant paw on my shoulder and gently turned me around. He pushed my shoulders down slow. He pushed his hand under my belly beckoning me to move my head closer to the end. I lay prone, face down, my legs and arms dangling on each side. He pushed a dirty grease rag under my chin and pulled back my hair and tied it with another. He took hold of my left wrist and pulled it down. I watched as he bound it tight to a metal eye with a thick leather strap. I turned my head away, staring at the dust covered ropes and ties hanging on the wall in front of me as he went around the bench securing me in place. He wrapped straps around my chest and waist securing me tight.

I was nervous. I was high. Never could I imagine I’d ever put myself in such a place. Chuck was right in front of me. His cock level with my mouth.

“Open wide,” he said.

I opened my mouth. I thought for a second he was going to stick it in. For some reason I thought he was testing me. Instead he inserted a thick leather gag, fixing it tight to my head. I guess that is when it really struck me they were going through with this. My ass was literally getting branded. No jokes. No play. This was it. My mind raced. My head spun. A mask went over my mouth and nose. I sucked in hard. My body began to lighten. My head felt very high. Something went in my ass. A speculum. Spreading my hole wide. Wider. Something else went in. I could feel my intestines begin to expand. I was really high and loose. I lost track of where I was. I lost track of time. I smelt the burn. I never felt it. It was all over in seconds.

I woke up still bound to the bench. My whole body felt as if it were made of lead. Their laughter caught me by surprise.

“You were like a deer in the headlights,” Chuck said pulling the gag away from my face. “You gave in so easy. You must really want it bad. Being somebodies property.”

I didn’t know what to think. I wasn’t branded. Why go through all of this if I wasn’t. He was testing me. Seeing if I would do it. I had acquiesced. I did his bidding without an after thought. I gave myself over to him. I was his.

Raoul began uniting me. I was coming back around. As my hands came free I pushed away from the saw horse sitting upright near the end. Raoul chuckled a deep guttural chuckle. His large black paw pushed off my shoulder and down my back. I turned my face up to his. I wanted to kiss him.

“How did you enjoy it,” Chuck asked.

“What,” I replied still groggy.

“That big black dick of his,” Chuck said.

I turned my face once again to his.

“Yeah,” Chuck said, “he fucked you. He fucked you real good. I thought it best to loosen you up with Nitrous before he pushed that big black cock of his up your ass. Next time, I’ll just have him fuck you. Spread those cheeks of yours real wide and fuck you. Now, come on. You have some calls to make and I gotta get the boat ready.”

Chuck righted me as I swerved while I was trying to stand.

“Um, hum,” Raoul said, his hand spreading over my ass, giving it a pat. “You got one fine ass boy here. Yeah, one fine ass boy.”

I was so high. I was overcome with a giddy sense of glee. The thought of being in the same bed with both Rosalinda and Raoul sent me on a new plain.

I sat on the couch and began to dial. First my landlady. She was disappointed to see me go, but of course I needed to spread my wings and fly a bit. I let her know it as only for the summer I thought. She replied she'd rent the apartment out from month to month on the chance I'd return. She was sweet. I told her Chuck was sending some guys to pick up my things. She let me know she'd take care of everything and have it waiting for them. She was truly the best landlord I'd ever know.

Next, I called work to let them know of my good fortunes. They weren't as upbeat as the landlady, but what the hey, they wished me success.

Last, I made the call to friends. Some were jealous while others didn't quite know what to say. My best friend Tony was jealous. He's the only one I ever told the truth to. I blew him away when I relayed how my morning had gone. He told me to never come home. Within thirty minutes I was done and back outside.

Chuck was standing on the sailboat tying ropes and fixing the sails. As I got closer I could hear the chug, chug, chug of the diesel engine.

“Come’n boy,” Chuck yelled from the deck, “It’s time to see if those sea legs of yours are as good as that ass is.”

The wharf burned my naked feet. I was so excited, I scampered towards him on my toes. With one quick move I grabbed hold a guide rail post and pulled myself aboard. Chuck bolted, grabbing my wrist he pulled me face down on the deck and began to slap my bare ass with the handful of rope.

“You stupid arse,” he bellowed, slapping my ass over and over again, “you’re supposed to ask before you come aboard. Now get your arse up off this boat and ask me properly before you come aboard.”

My butt stung, but not as much as my pride. I knew better, but never thought it applied to me on this boat. Chuck let me up with a scowl on my face and sting on my butt. I kind of liked the burn. It got me excited. I stepped over the rail to the dock. I humbly asked for permission to come aboard and was kindly granted. I climbed back over the rail and stood for a second looking down at Chuck standing behind the wheel. Without thinking I stepped down into the cockpit never taking my eyes off his. I went around the wheel and was standing there looking up into his eyes when, with one swift move his arms were around my waist, his hands gripping my burning ass and his mouth was completely covering mine.

I succumb to his will. My cares flew away. He held me tight against his naked skin. I was so horny. My dick got hard as a rock.

“Go let loose of the bow lines,” he ordered, turning me around and slapping my ass.

I took step forward, stopped and bent over so he could smack me again.

“So,” he said, standing behind me, “you like getting your ass tanned.”

With that he reached around grabbing my hard cock and began spanking my ruby cheeks. I was about ready to explode when he abruptly stopped. He dropped me sprawled on the deck. I lay panting as he stood above me.

“Go let go of the bow line,” he ordered again, giving my ass one last hard smack.

I did as he ordered. Untying the line from the cleat before tossing it to the dock below. I stood, one hand on the forward mast stay for a second looking down at the water as he pushed the engine into gear. The boat slowly slipped away from the wharf. He looked like a tanned Norse god behind that big wheel. I was so high on belonging to someone. I would do whatever he demanded of me. He signaled for me to come aft. I let go of my grip and walked back to him, stepping back down into the cockpit and dropping down beside him.

“Here,” he signaled, grabbing my elbow and pulling he down between his legs. “Sit here on your knees and push my cock and balls down that pretty little throat of yours.”

I knelt before him with my feet spread so I could sit all the way down. He pushed back my hair as I opened my mouth and gently guided his warm cock over my tongue to the back of my throat. With a quick shove on the back of my head he was all the way in.

“Open that mouth wide,” he ordered, pulling down on my chin, “and push my balls up in there too.

A second later my lips were against his skin. His cock way down my throat with his big salty balls resting in my gaping mouth. I felt a little jerk. A trickle. He was peeing into my belly. Another jerk. He grunted as the flow turned to a stream. It felt so weird. His piss boiling in my stomach. It was a good long piss. He emptied his bladder in me.

“You did good boy,” he said, his paw rubbing the top of my head. “Now get me hard so you got something to ride as we bounce across these waves.”

He could see my eyes smile as I pulled my head up tasting his briny liquid. He quickly pushed my head back down shoving his thickening cock back down my throat.

“Oh,” he cooed, “you are such a good little cock sucker. That’s it boy, suck your daddy’s cock til it gets so hard.”

Every time I pulled my head up he shoved it back down pushing the walls of throat wider and wider. He had a wad of my hair in his hand began to pull and push my head up and down.

“Christ. Fucking Christ,” he yelled.

He was about to explode when he pulled me all the way up off his thick hard shiny cock.

“Climb aboard,” he ordered, as I stood facing him.

I spread my legs and climbed onto his lap. He pulled my cheeks apart and shoved my hips down impaling my body. My head laid against his chest as a bead of sweat escaped from my brow.

“That’s a good boy,” he said, petting my back and ass. “You stay right there til we get all the way out in the bay.”

He had the boat almost to the end of the inlet and I was getting fucked again. I didn’t care or look up from his eyes as I moved my hips in one continuous elongated circle while onlookers stared as we passed them by. I was fucking him this time.

He smiled up at me, one hand on the wheel and his other paw gripping my ass cheek. He slowed the engine as the boat inched forward into the bay. As the boat bounced and rolled from wave to wave I rode his cock like a bull. My head tilted back. My arms stretched out. My fingers entwined around the back of his neck. With each roll and bounce I rode his cock all the way out into the bay. He never came. His gigantic cock stood perfectly erect the whole time.

With a hard slap on my ass he turned the boat into the wind.

“Go forward,” he ordered, “’n loosen the ties on the jib. Then come back here ’n raise the main.”

I pulled my hips off his cock and crawled my way across the cushions. I pushed up and climbed over the deck to the jib. Weak kneed, but full of determination, I balanced myself, gripping the fore-stay while untying one after the other.

As the jib unfurled he pulled in on the line, tossing it around the aft winch before pulling it snug. I awkwardly made my way to the mast, unfurled the stay, circled it over the winch and began to pull the mainsail up.

“Push the button on the side,” he ordered. “it’s got a motor to drive it.”

With my knee I pushed the button and guided the rope through my hands as the sail rose up the mast and locked into place. I curled the rope and tied it off before dropping back down in the cockpit and stepping to his side.

“Come sit back down and help me steer,” he said.

I was about to straddle his hips when he spun me around.

“No,” he ordered, “the other way.”

I read my feet on the outside of his, pulled my cheeks wide apart as he guided me back down. One quick pop and he was all the way back in me.

“Take hold of the wheel while I adjust the sails.” he ordered, as he cut the engine and pulled the ropes through the clamps. “Now take it off the wind a bit and let’s get ‘er underway.”

I turned the wheel, the sails filled and the boat sunk over and pushed forwards. He adjusted the sails, wrapped his tanned paw over my belly and pulled me close. I sunk back onto his chest. The boat pushed up and over the waves. My hips slid with them. He felt so good in me. My whole body relaxed.

“This is how we’re gonna do this,” he whispered in his deep throaty voice. “You gonna ride me like this the whole way.”

I cooed. Turned my face to his. He pushed his mouth over mine. I was in heaven.

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Cabin Boy

Chapter 3

When I began to come to I was on my back, my feet beside my head, and Chuck was fucking me once again. He never really fucked, he rammed and rammed hard. He had a sadist streak to his Irish soul.

“Oh there you are now,” he said, stopping to watch me wake up. “I was wondering what all I was goin to have to do to you before you stopped slobbering all over yourself.”

“What’s going on,” I slurred.

“What’s going on you ask,” he said. “I’m fucking the life back into you. I tried slapping you, spanking that cute ass of yours, but the only thing got you to even acknowledge me was my cock in your ass. So, now I’m goin to pound until I come again.”

I couldn’t do anything but smile. He gripped my ankles and pushed my feet back down beside my head and started to drive himself into me some more. He’d fuck me in one position and he’d roll me over and fuck me in some other position. He had me spread eagle, holding me up by the ankles fucking me in the air, my head bouncing up and down on the chaise. The more I woke, the more he fucked me. I finally started to interact when he had my legs draped over the arms of one of the rattan chairs, me bouncing up and down as he stood behind me pounding me as hard as he could. He finally couldn't take it anymore, so he threw me down on the chaise, sucked my cock and balls in his mouth, grabbed my nipples as hard as he could, and sucked every last bit of my juice out of me.

I was a spent bean. He pulled my sweat drenched body off the chaise and drug me down the stairs and around to the south side of his house. It took a minute for me to take in all that he had here. A concrete slab with planter boxes lining three sides. A built-in wet bar with a gas grill. The fun stuff was the toys hanging from middle column. The closest one had a shower. The second one caused my heart to skip a beat. Just below the top, bolted to it, was a chain dangling by the middle. On each end were thick leather restraints. hanging on the inside was a flogger, a leather paddle, a cane, and a riding crop. On the third, a faucet with a hose attached.

"Com'ere," Chuck ordered, tugging me by my elbow to the third column. "Let's get you back to normal."

He grabbed the hose by the nozzle and turned on the water.

"Stand still," Chuck ordered, as he raised the hose letting the flow cascade over my head.

I sucked in as the cool water hit my head and flowed over my shoulders. It felt so good. I tried to take the hose from Chuck, but he jerked it away.

"Not yet," he said, pushing the hose back where he had it. "I got one other thing to do. Bend over and spread'em.

"Bend over," he ordered, shoving the back of my head. "Got to get you rehydrated."

I spread my legs and bent over.

"Grab your cheeks and spread'em," he ordered, "so I can stick this hose in."

I grabbed a cheek in each hand pulling them apart.

"Now that's a good lad," he said, pushing the nozzle and the cool water over my sphincter and into my rectum. He bent down and increased the flow. "Now you take as much as you can before you need to explode. There's a hole in the wharf over there you can empty yourself into."

The water began to flow in, filling me. I bent down, going down on all fours as I filled. My stomach draped down. I collapsed, laying on my side. My belly was expanding just as it did earlier, this time it wasn't as uncomfortable. I was close to exploding when I jerked the hose out of me. I laid there more a minute to let everything settle before I crawled to the wharf.

"Don't leak on my patio," he ordered.

"What will you do if I do," I asked.

"You ask that question with the assumption you want something done to you," he said. "Right."

I shook my head in agreement. I got up on all fours and began to crawl over to the wharf trying not to leak anything out. I had to stop a few times to let my gut stop boiling. I made it. I rolled over putting my ass in the hole and let everything flow out of me. I convulsed as the last of the streams squirted into the water below. Spreading my legs, I pushed my fingers in releasing the last of the water. I sat there for a bit. He was right, the water gave me new life. I pulled my ass out of the hole, rolled over and stood up. I felt so much better, but still had an itch that needed scratching.

"You did good," Chuck said. "Not one dribble."

"I don't know," I said, rubbing my butt against his groin. "I think I lost a bit right over there."

"Where," he ordered, walking towards the pier. "Show me."

"There," I said, pointing to a small puddle right beside the wharf.

"You little pig," he screamed, grabbing me by the back of my neck and shoving me down on all fours. "Get down there and suck that up."

I put my face in the pool and began to suck. The first blast across my ass from the flogger sent me into shock. I raised my tongue off the cement as the second one sent me over the edge.

"Keep that tongue glued to that concrete until I tell you can raise it," Chuck ordered, as a third blast exploded over my reddening ass.

I sunk my tongue down, doing as he ordered.

"Good lad," he said. "Now get up and come over here. You need to learn that when I tell you what to do I mean it."

I stood as he ordered and gingerly crept over to his side.

"Raise your arms," he growled.

I did as he ordered. I raised my arms. He hung the flogger back on the hook, then unbuckled the first restraint and buckled it around my right wrist. He unbuckled the second and attached it to my left wrist.

"Spread your legs he ordered," he ordered.

I spread my legs. He pulled a spreader from its hook and dropped it by my feet. He buckled one end to my left ankle and the other to my right. Standing over me he began to rub my inflamed ass.

"This what you want," he asked

I nodded yes.

"Good," he replied as his hand came crashing down on my ass. "I love taking care of my boy. You ready to ball like a little baby, cause that's what you're gonna do by the time I get done with that ass of yours."

"Which you want first," he asked, his hand going back to the flogger.

"The paddle," I said.

"This one here," he replied, holding up the thick black leather paddle.

I shook my head yes again.

"Okay," he said, "this one'll make that ass good and red. Probably won't be able to sit right for a week, you know?

Sweat began to flow out of my pores as the second of many more paddle swats blasted over my ass. Every time I flinched he hit me harder. He reached around grabbing my cock with his left hand, massaging it to attention as he drove the paddle down with his right. I couldn't believe I was getting hard.

"The only way I quit," he told me, "is your gonna come and I'm gonna suck you dry."

He toyed with me. He took his hand off my erection every time I was about ready to explode and never stopped blasting his paddle across my numb ass. With a couple of really hard whacks, I exploded. A second later he was on his knees in front of me, my cock and balls deep in his mouth, sucking every last drop of come out of me. I stood there crying as he got up, wiping his mouth before planting it over mine.

Chuck returned the paddle to the hook, slapped my ass one last time and walked around the corner and up the stairs. My knees buckled. I collapsed. I hung there with my knees just off the concrete dripping sweat. Chuck came back. He lifted me, holding around my waist with his left arm as he unbuckled the restraints with his right. He sat me down on the patio and removed the spreader.

"You've had enough for one day," he said, pushing my sweat drenched hair away from my face. "Can you stand up?"

"Not sure," I said.

"Comm'n let me help you up," he said, his arm under mine, helping me stand.

I stumbled. He caught me and carried me to the first chaise, setting me down on my side. I rolled over on my stomach to get away from the burn.

"I going to treat this with some alcohol," he said. "It will burn like hell at first, but it'll help you to heal. So, grit your teeth, cause here it comes."

The first splash cooled, then, after that came the burn. I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth. He poured some more one. I jumped and clawed, arching my back up. One big splash and I was completely covered. Tears were streaming from my eyes. I hurt so bad. I believe it was at the point that Chuck felt something for me. I could sense it.

I pushed my face into the cushion. Sobbing. His hand moved over my back. A tender stroke.

"I'm going to apply an ointment," he said, his tone normal, his voice calm and reassuring, "it will sting in the beginning, but in about an hour all the pain will go away. You get used to it too, just like the cramps you get from the enema. Your skin will toughen, and you'll get used to it. You'll see."

"Okay," I said, gasping back tears, "I'll be strong, you'll see. I'll be strong, for you."

For the first time that day the silence was so quiet I could hear the birds. I laid there gripping the cushion as he gently applied the cream. I could feel my skin begin to numb. The pain began to slowly subside. His hand moved from one side to the other and back again. I turned my head so I could look at him. He smiled. I closed my eyes and went to sleep in the late afternoon sun.

"Hey lad," he said, pushing on my shoulder, " you ready to eat something. I cooked some fish I caught the other day."

"Yeah," I replied, pushing my chest away from the chaise, and turning my head to look for the first time at bruised red cheeks. "I could use some food."

I gingerly climbed, my knees bent, first one foot and then the other to the deck. He held me underneath my arms as I raised up. I turned to face him, looking up into his wicked green eyes, and smiled."

"You know how to show a boy a good time," I said.

"As you do too," he replied, laughing.

I closed my eyes, wrapped my hands around his waist, and pulled my face into his chest, inhaling.

"I never wanna forget how you smell," I said, turning my eyes up to his."

I believe he was stunned. For a second he didn't say a thing, then that wicked Cheshire grin crept across his face and he pushed his mouth over mine.

"I could use a drink," I said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. "Will you join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he replied.

I stiffly walked, each with an arm around the other's waist to the bar. I went behind this time grabbing two tumblers and the bottle of Jameson's. I poured his fist, making sure it was a good pour, and then did the same to mine. He looked at the glass, and then at me. I raised mine, he raised his.

"To my father's son," we toasted, "and to our great adventures."

We threw back the whiskey and slapped our glasses on the bar.

"That was a wee big," he said, "don't you think?"

I shook my head, agreeing, eyes watering, while trying to quelch the burn in my throat.

"You okay there lad," he asked.

"Yeah," I wheezed.

"Com'on over here and drink some water," he said, "I got you all ready to go."

There set before me on the counter which doubled as a center island food bar was my plate with two properly sauteed filets of fish, broccoli florets, and small round boiled potatoes. I was impressed. I must say.

"What do you think," he asked, as he slid closed the screen door. "For the bugs, they sometimes get to be a bit too much just before the sun goes down."

"I'm impressed," I said, "I thought I was supposed to be the galley hand."

"You'll get your chance," he said, sitting on the stool next to me. "It really weren't nothin. The only thing I cooked was the fish, the microwave over there did the rest."

Seeing me standing beside him must've made him self-conscious because he quickly stood up. I beckoned him back down.

"Sorry," he said, "sometimes I forget my manners."

"No worries," I said laughing, "the only thing I'll be sitting on for a while is that cock of yours."

"Hey," he said, "you want some wine. I got a really great red over there I opened last night and couldn't finish."

I shook my head. The whiskey was beginning to have its effects. Calming both our nerves. We ate and drank. Chatting and laughing. Him telling stories of his exploits. Me telling him what it was like being a young gay boy reared by two lesbian women in Hollister, California. The only gay boy I emphasized. I helped him clean, paying attention to everything he did so I could duplicate it in the future. When we finished, he brought the wine and our glasses to the couch, lit some candles, and turned down the lights. I laid on my stomach, resting my head on his thigh. The sound of the night slowly easing its way into my brain.

"You have a nice cock," I said, giving the head a peck with my lips.

"Why thank you," he replied. "You have a nice one too, but I already told you that. And, a nice ass too."

"You have a nice ass as well," I remarked, "but I don't care to fuck it. I do care to suck your cock though." I moved my mouth over the head and was about to push it further in when he reached under my chin pulling it up.

"Not now," he said, "there'll be plenty of time for that."

"What do you want to do," I asked, "watch some television."

"Do you see a television," he asked.

I raised my head looking around the room. Nope. No television. Not one anywhere. I'd never been in a house without at least one.

"I have a stereo," he said. "No television. Would you like to listen to some music?"

"Naw," I said, dropping my head back to his thigh.

"Your one hell of a lad," he said, "going through what you went through today. You've had one hell of a first day. Not sure what we'll do tomorrow to top it."

"We don't have to," I said, "Today was all about limits and nervousness. I wanted to test your limits and you wanted to test mine. And we were both nervous. At least I was. I wanted to impress you. Plus, after you had me waxed, I went nuts. That was the first time I'd had anything like that done to me and it drove me fucking bonkers. You could've lined up twenty guys and I would've fucked them all. That's how crazy I was. Another thing, the tequila and coke thing was just plain stupid."

"You've done it before," he said, " haven't you? And you liked it, so you wanted to do it again."

"Yeah," I said, "but I never did with anybody. I did it by myself. In my bathroom. On the floor. And yeah, it felt good when I did it the first time. I did some really crazy shit after I did it too."

"What'd you do," he asked.

"I met this guy the same way I met you, in an AOL chatroom. He lives in the same town as me. He's older, older than you. His name is Rob. We started chatting before you posted last year. In March, I believe, just after I moved to Louisiana.

"How old were you then," Chuck asked.

"I was seventeen," I replied. "I was in a bunch of different chat rooms. neworleansm4m, louisianam4m, houstonm4m, you know, a bunch of them. I met Rob in louisianam4m. He wanted to know where I lived, at first I didn't tell him because I was nervous, but the more we chatted, the more my apprehension went away."

"What all did you chat about," he asked.

"My likes and dislikes to begin with." I continued. "My fantasies. Had I ever been with another man? He asked if I was naked. I told him that I was. He said he was naked too. He asked if I liked being naked. Because I go by the alias, you know, nakednno. Meaning naked in New Orleans. I say I love being naked. I tell him if I could, I'd stay naked all the time. He tells me he is the same way as me. He hates wearing clothes. He is naked all the time. He told me he lives by himself. Has a house with a high fence and a big patio so he can do what he wants. If I ever wanted to come over to let him know."

"What did you say to that," Chuck continued.

"I said sure," I said. "What could I say. I was so fucking crazy at that point. If it hadn't been the middle of the day I might've gone over. Well anyway, he gave me his phone number and I jacked off and that was it for the day. It was about a week later, it was after work, pretty late at night, or early in the morning. I was online cruising when he IM'ed me. At first, I didn't want to answer, but I was sitting there naked with a raging hardon, I did. He wanted to know if I was naked. Of course, I replied. Again he wanted me to come over. I wanted to, but it was too late. Then, we got to talking about my fantasies. Wanted to know if I'd ever gone naked anywhere in public, outside of my house."

"What did you tell him," Chuck asked.

"I told him yes," I said, "but, not here in Louisiana. I really wanted to but hadn't yet. He asked me where. I began to tell I used to walk naked at night in the town I was from in California. We chatted about how young I was when I started. If I'd ever got caught. I never did. He wanted to know if I liked boys or girls. I told him no to both, but girls were cool. One of my fantasies was to dress up as one."

"Wow," Chuck said, " you wanted to dress up as a girl."

"Yeah," I said, "I wanted to, but hadn’t yet."

"What else did you chat about," Chuck asked.

"He wanted to know if I'd ever had sex with a man," I continued, "I told him, just a couple of men. And what was it like, he wanted to know. Did I enjoy it. That's when I told him how it drove me so wild. Especially when they fucked me. He asked if I kept myself clean. I wanted to know what he meant. He asked if I'd ever done enemas before sex. I said, I hadn't, then asked if that was the thing to do. He told me that was the thing to do. So I got an enema bag and tried it out."

"So, you enjoyed it," Chuck asked.

"Oh hell yes," I enthusiastically replied. "I loved it. I began doing it about once every two or three weeks but tapered it off, because I wasn't getting fucked. One night I was sitting around drinking margaritas when I wondered what it would be like to have a margarita enema."

"What was that like," Chuck asked.

"At first it wasn't much," I said, "but as I laid there in my bathtub and it began to take effect it got better. It turned out if I wanted to get a good buzz, I needed to do more, so that's what I did. I tried different types of booze, but they never worked as good as the tequila. One night I was ready to drink a margarita, but I didn't have all the fixings. I had Cuervo Gold, and I had some cans of Coke, so I figured I'd mix the two, and see what happened. It tasted terrible. I just drank the tequila instead. I poured to tequila and coke in the enema bag, added more tequila and the rest of the Coke and gave it a try. Well, after about thirty minutes I was hooked. It gave me the perfect buzz."

"How long ago was that," Chuck asked.

"Last summer," I said.

"And when was the first time that you went to your friend's house," he asked.

"The same, last summer," I said.

"What was that like," Chuck asked.

" I loved it," I said, "It was a hot night. I was off work. I'm sitting naked on the back porch. Shooting Cuervo, not really shooting, but drinking it right out of the bottle. Suddenly, there is this big flash of lightning. Then, boom, the thunder. Something went off in me. I wanted to play naked in the rain. I could see the storm was getting closer. I made a big tequila and coke enema, hung it on a nail on the porch, and laid back and let it rip. Once the initial blast wore off, and I'm semi-lucid, I got all crazy. All my inhibitions were gone. I go to my computer, taking swigs of Ceuvro, horny as hell, with the enema still up inside me. I get on AOL and sure enough, Rob's there. So we start chatting. And to make a long story short he invites me over. It's late, my mind is going crazy and I figure what the fuck, I'll go over. So, I get in my car, butt fucking naked, and go to his place.

"Have you done it before," Chuck asked, "Get in your car and drive around naked?"

"No," I said, "that's what made it so crazy. It was my first time, but I’ve done it a bunch since. So, I go out the porch screen door, cruise down the side of my house carrying my keys and the bottle of tequila in one hand and my cock in the other. The rain had just started to fall. I stop at the corner of my house, I don't see a soul anywhere, so I climbed into my car and drove off. There are a few cars on the road, but none are really near me. About three blocks from my house the rain pours. I'm so excited. I want to get out and play, but I'm in the middle of town, with street lights everywhere, so I keep going. I'm sitting at a red light, there is a car stopped on the opposite side and one coming up behind me. I'm going nuts. I take a big gulp of tequila to calm my nerves, but it doesn't work. I have to sit there and wait as this guy pulls up beside me. I look over and the rain is coming down so hard, and my window is fogged, so there's no way he can see me. The light turns green, I let him pull off first and I follow. He keeps going through the next light and I turn."

Chuck didn't say a word. He sat there smiling with his Cheshire smile and a devilish glint in his green eyes.

"So," I continue, "I'm driving down this road where he says he lives. There are no street lights. It's dark as shit. Plus, the rain doesn't help. I'm driving along and see this house set off the road to my right. There is a mailbox next to the driveway, but I can't make out the number. I nervously look around. I can't see a thing. I climb out and walk over to it. Sure enough, it's his. I'm soaked at this point. I climb back in my car, pull up his driveway and park. I take a big swig and climb out. I go through his gate and there he is, as naked as I am, sitting in a chair beneath his patio awning. I get so crazy at this point, I get butterflies. Rob tells me to come over to him. He pulls me down into his lap and hands me a glass, which I immediately put to my mouth and gulp all the way down."

"The next thing I know," I said, "I'm sitting on Rob's lap, he's playing with my cock, we're kissing, and this tall lean black guy walks out of the house carrying two drinks. His thick cock is dangling down between his legs. My nervous sexual anxiety explodes. He walks over and hands me one of the drinks. I slam it down as he stands there watching me. He hands me the other one. Rob, in the meantime, is still playing with my cock. He turns my head kissing me on the lips. I kiss him back. He tells me the guy is for me. I know you want him, he tells me. The drinks begin to hit me.

"He comes over and pulls me off Rob's lap, turns me around, one hand on my belly and the other patting my ass. He asks me if I would like another. I say yes. He picks up the empty glasses and goes in the house. I'm getting lose and I'm not thinking of anything. I'm hot, and Rob is priming me just right. The guy came back with two more drinks, hands one to me, and pulls me down to his lap. He pushed his mouth over mine, bending me backward, stabbing his tongue in. My cares, my nervousness, and my butterflies disappeared."

"His cock is getting thicker and longer, punching it's way up between my legs. I took it in my left hand. I want it so bad. I wanna suck on it. I wanna taste it in my mouth. I scoot over and push my head down on top of it. He is so big. The head fills up my mouth. Intoxicated, I go nuts. My brain and body are on fire. He pushed me up, turned me around, spreading my cheeks, and begins pulling me back down. My sphincter slides over the head. The head rush is so fucking wild. I slowly slide down. He pushed me back up. I slid further down. He pushed me up again. I went so fucking wild. My knees buckled. I plopped all the way down. His big spike pierced me really deeply. Lightning shot through my body as it drove over my second hole. I tried to pull up, but he gripped my hips not letting me move. I collapsed back on him."

"I sat there, sweat pouring out of me. The pain mixed with the pleasure was so intense. I tried to squirm. He gripped my hips harder. I gave up. Rob came over and passed me my drink. I killed it and asked for another. What did I want, Rob wanted to know. I told him to bring me some bourbon if he had some, with Coke. The pain slowly went away. I sat there on his lap with his cock in my ass. When I bent forward, I could see the head of it pushing my skin out. Rob brought me my drink in a large plastic glass, twice as big as the one before, along with his camera. I leaned back, put the glass to my lips and took a gulp. My, it was strong."

"So, Rob began taking pictures of everything. I spun just enough to hang my legs over arms of the chair. The guy and I started making out. Kissing. He's pinching my nipples and playing with my cock. I'm really digging him. My drink is making me all chatty. Everything down below is really relaxed finally. His thick cock has got me so wide. Every time I wiggle it tickles my insides. I'm ready to fuck, but he doesn't want to just yet. He wants me to sit there some more. I'm so fucking horny. I need him to fuck me. He's beginning to drive me batty. He's teasing me. I'm loving it."

I can see all this wild chatter is beginning to arouse Chuck, so I continue.

"Finally," I continue, "he wants me to turn back around, pull my knees together, and put my feet up on his thighs. I'm thinking he is ready to finally plow my ass, when he tells me to grab hold of my ankles and sit still. I'm really going nuts now. Just this one little move is blowing my mind. I didn't think ahead of time what it would feel like. It really drove me batty. I sat with my eyes closed, head on my knees experiencing one of the best sensations ever. At the point I thought he'd never fuck me he gripped my ass, pushing it up and slowly letting it slide back down. My teeth ground as I hit bottom. He did it again. And again."

"After a bit," I said, "I'm beginning to literally melt. I can't stay focused. My feet keep dropping off his knees. With one move he pushed me up and I dropped face down on the table. He's immediately standing behind me, driving his cock back inside. The table is rocking he's fucking me so hard and fast. My ass and insides are getting abused. The flash on Rob's camera, coupled with the storm's lightning is bursting everywhere. The guy is fucking me as hard and fast as he can, slamming into me. With a pop, pop, pop sound, as his thighs pound against my ass. He was ready to explode. I could feel him beginning to twitch and jerk. He's losing his rhythm. With one hard thrust, he slammed my ass and held it there. I could feel his explosions, then, he jerked out spraying my hole."

"I'm whipped," I continued, "I can't move. My lower body is numb. I laid there sweating, waiting for my temples to stop pounding. The guy is still moaning. I push up and look over my shoulder, Rob's got this guy's cock all the way down his throat extracting the last of his juices. I pulled my arms up to my head, closed my eyes, and escape into a blissful peace. My tranquility doesn't last very long. Rob turned his focus to my ass, spreading my cheeks and forcing his tongue up my hole."

"Wow," Chuck said. "That was somethin."

"Uh huh," I said, turning my attention to his aroused cock. I was ready to fill him all the way down my throat.

"You ready to suck my cock now lad," Chuck asked.

"Uh huh," I said, the head of it in my mouth.

"I have a way to make it easier," he said. "Go over there and get that bottle of olive oil and bring it here. It's sitting over there by the stove."

I peeled up off the couch. Found the oil just where he said it was. "Here you go," I said, standing over him.

"Come down here," he told me, as I knelt before him. "Put just a dab on your hand and rub it in."

I put a drizzle in the palm of my hand, rubbed it into the other and began to massage his cock. It instantly came alive.

"Now," he said, "put a dab on your tongue and I'll slide right on down."

Tilting my head back, I dropped some oil on my tongue, set the bottle aside, and pushed the head it over my tongue. It slid with ease to the back before pushing aside my tonsils and falling all the way down. I'm overjoyed, as my nose touches his belly. His cock began to thicken pushing out the walls of my throat. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and started to lament all my attention on it. I pulled up, lapping at its head, and forced my head down, driving it back down my throat. The oil helped to ease the tightness as it thrust all the way back in. I was face fucking him.

"There, there, lad," he said, pulling my head up. "We have plenty of time for more of that. Com'ere and lay back down."

I wasn't ready to lay down just yet. I wanted him back inside. I picked up the oil and took it back to the kitchen making sure to put a little bit in my hand. I pushed aside my numb cheeks and stuck an oily finger up inside. I stood before him

"What you up to lad," Chuck asked, his unmistakable Cheshire grin returning to his face.

"I'm ready to climb back aboard," I replied.

"First, don't you think you should ask permission," he said. I looked down at him, not sure what he meant. "Permission to come aboard, Captain?"

"Oh, permission to come aboard," I asked.

"Of course lad," he said, chuckling.

One hand on the back of the couch and the other on his shoulder, I slid each knee on the outside of his legs. Chuck had me around the waist while I centered my ass over his cock. He gave me a quick whack to remind me who was boss. It stung but only made me want him deep inside me more. Chuck grabbed a cheek in each hand spreading them apart. I dropped down as he pushed up inside. After a couple of wiggles, I had him all the way in. I pushed my face to his. Our heads tilting in opposite directions, our mouths attached. I was ready to fuck him. I pushed up. Just as I did, with a firm grip he pushed me back down holding me there.

"No, no lad," he ordered, "sit still and enjoy. No bouncing around like an infant. You"ll be riding this cock everywhere we go, so sit still and get used to it."

His words echoed through my brain. My heart raced at the thought.

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Cabin Boy Ch. 2

I climbed up and dropped down in the seat next to Chuck. I was so excited about the way I looked without any body hair. How clean my arms, legs, and especially my cock and balls were. Chuck patted on his seat next to his leg, beckoning me to move over. I scooted over so our legs touched, straddling the seats. His hand moved over my thigh to my cock and balls. He cupped them with his big hand and began to gently knead them.

Chuck bent over pushing his mouth to mine. I closed my eyes. For the first time, he kissed me. My heart raced. I tingled all over. I felt faint as he drove his tongue over mine. He had bewitched me.

Without a word he left me, my head tilted back, lost in a daze. Chuck turned the ignition, shifted the truck into reverse, and backed his truck out from behind the strip mall. We headed off to I knew not where or cared. My horny gene was in charge of everything. I wanted to be seen naked by everyone. Chuck looked over smiling at me.

The town was busy. Trucks and cars heading in every direction. We stopped for red lights and signs. I sat beside him radiantly smiling as frowning eyes tried to pierce my vale of joy.

“Just a little further,” he said, placing his hand on my thigh.

I turned my face to him, my heart desiring another kiss. He turned it back to the road ahead. We drove back into the rising sun past houses, camps, and aluminum buildings. Chuck veered off the highway circling back under a bridge. The thin paved lane curved around stilted houses, a marina, a couple of metal-roofed boat sheds, before winding back east along a channel. Pavement turned to shell, shell to dirt, dirt to sand. In the distance, I saw the light blue A-Framed house with smaller one off to the right. As we got closer I saw the second one was a boat shed and a sailboat setting close by.

The house got bigger the closer we got. It was elevated on pylons, two stories high with decks on each floor. The sailboat was tied to a dock jutting out between the house and the shed. Around one more bend and Chuck slowed the truck to turn down the white-shelled drive.

"What do you think," Chuck asked.

I was at a loss for words, so I just smiled up at him.

He opened his door and climbed out. I slid across his seat, turned and climbed out after him. His hands on my waist guided me down. I stepped on the manicured lawn, the grass tickling my toes. The morning sun was hot as I stood there. I could already feel it searing my skin.

"You're miles from everybody out here," Chuck explained, "so there is no need for clothes or worry. You're going to love it here."

"The gardener and maid come once a week," he explained. "You'll love them. They speak very little English if any, so you never need be concerned."

"Comm'n, let me show you around," he said, his hand reaching for mine.

I remained speechless, lost in the grandiose surroundings, my fingers entwined in his as he guided me over the lawn.

"The boat shed is there," Chuck pointed, as we stopped at the foot of the dock. "It houses two boats, a Mako, and a smaller Boston Whaler. The sailboat is a C&C 44. We'll take it for a spin in the morning. I know you'll love that."

I beamed, my joy spilling out of me.

"Over here," he continued, pulling me on, his Cheshire grin spreading across his face, "is the house. Decks on both floors, and a small one out front. The one on the bottom here in the back wraps all the way around to the south side. The first floor is for living, and the top floor is for play."

I loved the idea of play.

"Two sets of stairs lead up," he said, "one in front and this one goes up to the deck."

His arm raised mine as he twirled me around pushing me up. As I climbed, he climbed beside me, his arm across my back, his hand cupping my ass.

The deck was nice. A few large cushioned rattan chairs, two double chaises with cocktail tables, dining table, and four chairs, and not much more. The rear of the house was all large glass windows from floor to the ceiling with a sliding door in the middle. There were no curtains either.

He guided me through the door and into a large open room. Tasteful, with wide brown leather chairs and a large couch circling a round fireplace in the middle. The kitchen was to the left. Bookshelves to the right with a four-stool all wooden bar in front. And small foyer at the front door.

"You ready for a drink," he asked, before bending over to give me a peck on my lips.

Eyes closed, head tilted back, I slowly shook my head yes.

"Come over here," he said, patting my naked cheeks as he stepped over to the bar. "More Jameson's, or something else?"

"Crown," I asked, not knowing if he had any.

"Anything with it," he asked. "Ice, water, coke..."

"Seven," I replied.

He pulled a tall glass from underneath, dropped in a single cube of ice, twisted off the cap, filling it over halfway with booze, before topping it off with a splash of Seven Up. He handed it to me.

"What would you like," I asked, as I set my glass on a coaster, remembering to never drink alone. I stepped around next to him.

"Nothing, until we get you cleaned out," he said. "When was the last time you got cleaned out?"

"Not sure what you mean," I replied, moving closer and sliding my hands around his waist, already knowing what was coming next.

His Cheshire grin returned as I tilted my head, looking up into those devilish green eyes of his. His hands dropped to my cheeks as he pulled me in and pushed his mouth over mine. My hands moved to the clasp of his shorts. He leaned back, pulling his shirt up over his head and letting it drop. I unbuttoned his shorts, slid down the zipper, and peeled them away from his thighs exposing every inch of his wonder. My hand looked small as it gripped his thickening shaft. I pushed up on my toes, our mouths locked on each others. He sucked me in.

He was bigger than I'd expected. His thick nine inches jabbed at my belly as his mouth moved away from mine.

"Comm'n," he said, handing me my drink, "drink up."

I pushed it to my mouth and let as much as I could take, flow over my tongue and down my throat. Pulled it down. Burped. Then, finished it off, setting it down on the bar.

Chuck stepped aside, refilling my glass, and handing it to me.

"Comm'n," Chuck ordered, grabbing my hand and pulling me off up the stairs.

"Here," he said, pushing aside a thick wooden door, "is the guest room."

The room as totally dark. Not one window. He turned a dial and a single red recessed light lit the back wall. The room was filled with all black leather and chrome. Plush red carpet covered the floor and halfway up the walls. He stepped aside to let me in. My horny gene became a raging inferno. My heart raced. My body tingled. It was his own private dungeon and I was soon to be the recipient of all its wonder. I tiptoed over the floor, my fingers running through the strands of leather floggers, across the canes and crops, down chains and restraints, to a tall chrome structure. I looked quizzically over to Chuck.

"A sling," he said.

I shook my head in agreement and moved on. Four tall black rod iron candelabras stood in each corned with half burnt red candles. A bench with more restraints. Collars and leashes, gags and hoods, and a number of things I'd never seen before. I came back to stand in front of Chuck. He gently pulled me from the room and closed the thick door behind me.

He pushed me on. Large double doors opened into a dark and wide bedroom. More black leather, chrome, and red shag carpet. I tiptoed in. In the middle sat the bed with two nightstands with black lamps, and a single long window covered with thick black curtains behind it. To my right set a black leather chaise, and to my left was a door I assumed was a bath. I turned back to Chuck as he stepped in closing the doors behind. The room went completely dark. He flipped a switch and the black lamps came alive with blue-black bulbs. The ceiling above the bed was covered in square mirrors. On each side of the double doors chrome and mirror sliding door closets. I looked for the first time at my naked hairless reflection in the dim black light. I tiptoed over to get a better look. My drink went to my mouth. My left hand on my hairless cock and balls. I smiled at my reflection smiling back at me. Chuck stepped in behind me, his arms caressing mine, his hands moving down to mine.

"Comm'n," he said, "the best is yet to come."

Taking my hand in his he pulled me to the door and the bath on the other side. More black and chrome. Black tile on the floor and walls. Chrome framing a glass shower with chrome knobs and handles. Black cabinets and counter with chrome sinks and faucets. Mirrors edged with chrome. A black toilet with a chrome lid. A wide black tub with chrome spout. Even black towels and rugs of course. The only thing white was the toilet paper.

Chuck stepped over and pulled aside the shower door.

"Time to get you cleaned," he ordered, stepping into the shower. I followed him in. Hanging on a hook right below the shower spout was a large cylindrical metal bucket with a black hose protruding from its base. Chuck turned on the faucet filling the bucket. He stepped out of the shower and over to the bathtub retrieving a black inflatable pillow.

"Finish your drink," he ordered, thrusting out his hand, "and come over here and lie down."

I did as he ordered. Killing my drink in one continuous gulp, handing him my glass, and laid down where he pointed. He stepped from the shower, set my glass on the counter, pulled something from a drawer, and stepped back inside.

"Lay on your side," he said, sliding the pillow underneath my head, "and rest your head on this. When was the last time you had one of these."

"These what," I asked.

"An enema," he said, twisting my legs around, pushing my cheeks wide exposing my rectum.

"A month, I guess," I said.

"From now on until the day you leave you'll get one once a week," he said, peeling the lid off the petroleum jelly and pushing a gob of it over my rectum, and sticking it inside. "This first week you'll get two. One really good one now, and another in three days."

I closed my eyes, sucking in air as he pushed another gob further in.

"You like that, I see," he said.

It was all I could do to shake my head in agreement.

He rose up putting the lid on the jelly and stepped out, replacing it in the drawer, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bottle.

"This is a mild soap to help get you clean," he said before squirting some in the bucket. He was on his knees in front of me. He picked up the end of the hose releasing a clamp. A stream of water shot across the tiles. He rolled me over putting my knee on his thigh. With one hand he pushed open my cheeks and shoved a finger up inside. I closed my eyes and relaxed all my muscles so he could do, as he wanted. I could feel the tip go in. He pushed it deeper, let loose the clamp, and then tightened it back. I felt the water squirt in. He pushed the house in further. I could feel it as it slid through my colon to my large intestine. He pushed it in deeper.

"This is colonoscopy hose," he said. "It has two balloons, one inside and one out. It is designed so you don't leak until your good and ready."

"You're going to feel some pressure as I inflate the balloon inside," he informed, while he turned a screw and began pumping. I could feel the balloon expand against my prostate. He tugged on the hose setting the balloon in place and then inflated the second one. Next, he released the clamp and the soapy water flowed in. He pumped the bulbs up all the way so nothing came out. I sucked in air. The balloon inside my rectum caused my head to spin.

"Now, you're going to feel some pressure with this first one, “he said,” but the second one will be easier. The bucket holds four liters, not enough to make you explode just enough so you feel it. I'm going leave you now and make you another drink. Do you want something different, or the just same?"

"Tequila and Coke," I blurted out.

"Tequila and Coke," he said, "now that is an odd request."

"Not to drink," I said, "for the second one."

He laughed. "For the third one, you mean, if you want." He said.

"Yes, please," I replied.

I closed my eyes. The shower went quiet except for the water gurgling through my intestines. I did my best to relax as my belly began to expand. The cramps were the worst, but they slowly subsided as the last of the liquid flowed in. I lay there on the floor of the shower until Chuck came back with my drink. He sat down beside me lifting my head and placing it in his lap. With his big right hand, he began to massage my belly, moving his hand around in circles forcing the liquid deeper in.

"Here," he said, putting a straw to my lips. "Drink some. It'll make the cramps tolerable."

I sucked as much of it down as I could before dropping my head in his lap. He kept massaging my belly. After some time the cramps went away and I began to relax.

"Lift up," he said. I must've fallen asleep. "Time to get you ready for the next one."

Chuck helped me stand. He held me around the waist as he took the bucket from the hook and walked me over to the toilet. He pulled up the lid and set me down.

"I'm going to deflate the outside bubble first," he said, "then, I'll deflate the other. At first, a trickle will come out, then you empty the rest. Try to control it the best you can, and stay there until you're completely finished."

Chuck was right. First, a trickle and then a torrent flowed out of me. The muscles of my stomach began to ache as everything inside began to come. I kept pushing and pushing until just a dribble came out.

"That's a good lad," he said. "Now wipe yourself and flush. When you get done clean off the nozzle in the bowl and flush again."

I did as he ordered.

"You keep hold of the nozzle," he ordered, "and let's do this again. This time I won't use any soap, only water."

He helped me stand, one hand holding the bucket and the other underneath my arm. We stepped back in the shower. I lay down in the same place. He returned the bucket to the hook and turned on the water. The water squirted out of the nozzle and into my hand

"Now be a good boy and push the nozzle back in you," he ordered.

I did as I was told. At first, it was difficult to get over my rectum, but with some coaxing, it went all the way in.

"That's a good lad," he said. "Now pump up the balloon on the inside and pull it down into place like I did, and then pump up the outside one. Last, pump them both up so nothing leaks out."

I did as he said. I was his to mold. He stepped from the shower and left once again. This time the water flowed deep inside without a single cramp. My belly kept expanding. Chuck had left the water flowing in the bucket. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. I lay back down as more and more water pushed my intestines to their limits. Just about the time, I thought I'd pop he stepped back in the shower, turning the water off.

"This one'll clean you out," he said.

My belly was the size of a pumpkin. He knelt before me, gliding his hand over the curvature of its surface. His touch provided some comfort. I tried to rest as best I could. My temples pounded. My heart raced. My hand reached for the valve to release air from the balloon. Chuck held me firmly by the wrist, not letting me have any relief.

"Not yet," he said. "You try to relax. After the next couple of times, you'll be okay. These first ones take some time to get used to."

He left me again. When he returned, he lifted me up out of the shower and set me back down on the toilet. He let the outside balloon deflate, then the inside one. Before it could deflate everything exploded out of me. I sat convulsing as more and more water flew out.

"Flush," he ordered. "When you get done wipe everything down, hang the bucket back on the hook and rinse yourself off. There is a towel right there to dry with. Then, come downstairs and meet me on the deck. I'll have your cocktail waiting."

As I stood in the shower, the warm comforting water bouncing off my head With the last of the water flowing out of me, I began to come back around. I pushed my cheeks aside to poke fingers in my gaping hole. My sphincter muscles were so relaxed two fingers went all the way in with ease. I smiled. This crazy Irishman I hooked up with knew exactly what he was doing.

I found him stretched out in the early afternoon sun on the first doublewide chaise.

"Feeling better now lad," he asked. I nodded. "You'll find your drink in there on the bar. You'll have to add ice, didn't want it to water down. Run get your drink and come back and join me."

I found my drink just where he left it. I took a sip. Not too hot, so I forgot the ice and went back outside. The sun was hot. I walked around the chaise as he watched my every move. I set my drink on the closest cocktail table and plopped down beside him.

"Use a coaster," he said, slapping me on the ass.

I rolled over, sat up, laid out a coaster, took a gulp from my glass and set it down. I rolled back over and crawled to his side. He put his arm around my shoulder as I crawled closer in. I had one arm beside his head and the other underneath his arm, my hair cascading down as I gazed deep into his eyes. Slowly I lowered my mouth to his. My horny gene took complete control of everything I was doing. I was ready for him to fuck me and fuck me good. He gripped my head pushing his tongue in. I grabbed it with my lips and began to suck. He rolled me over pushing his mouth against mine. I could feel his cock thickening against my leg. His mouth went from my mouth to my neck sucking my skin deep in before closing his teeth on it and biting. I gasped for air. My eyes rolled back. My head pushed back against the cushion arching my neck up. His mouth moved on, first to one nipple, and then the other. Sucking and biting. Gripping them with his teeth and pulling them out as far as they would go before they slipped from his grip. The combination of the pain and the pleasure was driving me crazy. I was so hot, and so was he.

He grabbed my hips and spun me around pulling me up on my knees. Forcing my cheeks aside he spit a large drop on the outside of my sphincter. Rubbing it around with his thumb, he pushed it in. I moaned. The second gob he massaged on to the end of his gigantic shaft before he shoved it in. I quaked. I moaned. He was all the way inside and kept it there. Holding me by the hips, he rolled me over.

I lay on top of him. My back to his chest. Our sweat beginning to flow and mingle. Gripping me from behind my knees he pulled them up and out. My muscles burned as he stretched me further. He rammed me hard. I arched my back and he rammed me hard again. I moaned every time he drove himself inside. I never wanted it to end. He bewitched me with his charm, now he was doing it with his cock.

He jabbed at my insides forty or fifty times, then let go of my legs. They fell like slabs of meat. I couldn't move them. His fingers grabbed my enflamed nipples and he began to squeeze them again. I tried to push him away. With one quick move, he had my arms locked behind me.

"You just relax there lad," he said, clamping his mouth on the nape of my neck sucking and biting down as his free hand squeezed and pinched one nipple, then the other. I gritted my teeth to help contain the pain as he jabbed his raging cock into me again and again. I moaned and cried and moaned again. Lightning shot through every cell of my body. I was on fire. Sweat poured out of me. I began to convulse. My torso arching up and falling back.

With one quick flip, he had me on my stomach, my legs spread wide fucking the life out of me. He pounded me so hard and for so long I melted like butter. One continuous guttural moan left my mouth. He slapped my ass hard several times, stirring me back to consciousness.

I thought he'd never come, when finally he reached around, grabbed me tight around the base of my cock and balls and rode me as hard as he could until he exploded, spaying his juices up inside, all over my back, and lastly, tossing me over, he forced the rest of it down my throat.

His hand slapping my ass brought me to.

"You're a good little fucker," Chuck said. "You liked that, did you?"

I smiled.

"Com'up here and rest your head on my chest," he said. "We need to talk."

I scooted up beside him on my elbows, rolled over and laid my head on his chest.

"You're going to get a lot more where that comes from," Chuck said. "I just want to know what you're gettin yourself into. You're a fine lad, with a nice cock and ass, and you seem to like the way I fucked you. I got a wild side to me as you might now understand. I ain't goin to hurt you, I'm just going to fuck you until your blue in the face."

I liked the idea of that.

"Then, there's the job," he continued. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together out there in the water. Just the two of us. I ain't goin to stop fucking you the way I just did, even out there. You're gonna do things for me you haven't done before, nor'ill ever do again. I'll tell you straight up, if you stick with me I'll end up branding your ass right there inside your right cheek. It's gonna hurt like hell, and I'll fuck you while it's hurting."

I couldn't help myself. I wiggled my ass.

"This ain't nothing to take lightly," Chuck continued. "The guy who does the branding is a big fat ugly son-of-a-bitch who loves what he does and loves making little boys like you cry.

I couldn't get the thought of getting my ass cheek branded out of my head. I started to ache inside. I pushed up and rolled over. I began to play with my hairless cock.

"You one crazy lad," he said. "You laying there getting horny at the thought of getting that ass of yours branded. Before all that happens now, we got other things to think about. I'm goin to put that car of yours in a shed I got so nobody will fuck with it. You'll need to call all your people tomorrow and explain to them your going away for a while. Don't giv'em no time when you're coming back, just tell'em your not really sure. We need to get your stuff put somewhere too. You got an apartment, or do you live with somebody?"

"I live alone," I said, "in a furnished apartment. The only things I have are my car, my computer, and some clothes.

"I'll get all that taken care of tomorrow," Chuck continued. "You have a passport? You're going to need it where we're going."

"In a plastic bag, along with my drivers' license," I said, rolling over on my side, facing him, "in the glove compartment of my car."

"That's good," he continued. "Here you are responsible too. Next week I'm going to get you all your shots and get your teeth looked at too. I want you in perfect health."

"My shot records are in the bag too," I said.

"Well, well," he said pushing his way from off the chaise, "I'm impressed. Tomorrow we get you out on that boat over there and see just what you know. What you don't, I'll teach you. One boat is just like the other, the big ones are a little more forgiving, but also require a little bit of finesse. Now it is time to get you that cocktail."

He was through the door before I had time to say my glass was sitting on the table. A minute later he was back with a tall stainless steel intravenous stand, and the colostomy bucket with the hose attached. I smiled. He remembered. I rolled over on my stomach watching him assemble the apparatus. He stood the stand right beside the chaise and attached the bucket to a hook at the top of the stand. He went back inside for a second and came out with a large beach towel. He had me scoot over, spread out the towel and asked me to climb on top. He disappeared through the door again coming back with a bottle of Cuervo Gold tequila.

"How much," he asked, lifting the bottle to the bucket.

"About that much," I said, holding up my hand with my thumb and forefinger spread about five inches apart

He whistled as he poured the tequila into the bucket. It gurgled as it flowed in. He pulled the bottle down and gave it a look, then poured a little more in.

"A bit for good luck," he said, before pulling the bottle down and twisting back on the cap.

"And, how many Cokes," he asked.

"One," I said.

"Just one," he asked.

"Just one," I replied.

He disappeared one last time coming back with a single can of Coke. He opened and poured it in. He set the can on the table and grabbed the hose using the tip to give it a stir.

"Now what do we do," he asked.

"Give me that," I said, pointing to the hose, "and come sit with me as I disappear into oblivion."

"First, let me go get some water and the camera," he said. "I want to record this, so don't start without me."

He disappeared one last time returning with a glass of water, his camera, and a bottle of tanning oil.

"Gonna oil you up before you disappear," he said.

"May I," I asked, holding up the nozzle.

"By all means," he replied.

With that, he raised his camera and began to videotape my every move. I pulled the nozzle up and stuck it to the back of my throat and opened the clamp. The fluid spurted first, then a steady stream flowed into my stomach. I shut the valve and rolled over. He moved around me to get a better shot as spread my legs, pushed up on my knees and began to thread the hose over my sphincter, over my prostate, and deep in my colon. I loosened the clamp just a little to introduce enough liquid so I could push the hose in the rest of the way. When the first bulb was safely in, I turned the valve and pumped it up. I tugged out on the hose, pulling it tight against the inside of my rectum. I blew up the second bulb. I loosened the clamp and let the cocktail flow inside. I pumped the inside bulb as large as it would go. The pressure of it against my prostate made me moan. I dropped on my side, closed my eyes, and let the world disappear. I never knew what a nasty fuck he was until I came to. Before the last drop flowed out of the bucket he'd refilled it.

I was numb. He was bending me around spreading oil into every crevasse of my skin. I laid there limp to his every move, drunk out of my head. Somewhere in there he bled the excess juice out of me, removed the hose from my intestines, and had his cock stuck back inside. I was so loose, he had no trouble doing whatever he wanted. He caught it all on tape with his trusty video camera.

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Cabin Boy - Ch. 1

Summer of 2001

The ad on AOL chat rooms neworleansm4m read:

"42 yr. old gwm looking for cabin boy to help with transferring boats to far away places."

I have a thing for older men. So, when I saw this post my brain went crazy.

While growing up in Santa Cruz, CA, I sailed boats all over the west coast since I was six. I was 17 and living in a small town in the southwest, Louisiana. Not knowing what the job entailed, but curious and aroused, I texted I was interested in the position.

He replied back, sorry, the job was already filled, but he would keep me in mind if the guy didn't work out. I didn't reply back and pretty much forgot about it.

A year later near the end of May the request popped up again. I replied back reminding him I texted him last year, and to please reconsider. He asked what my qualifications were. I replied I grew up sailing in lakes since the age of six, and then, the Pacific Ocean when I got older. He asked if I knew what he was asking of me. I texted back I understood, I lied, and would be willing to come show off my skills. He asked if I knew where Surfside, Texas was. I texted, no, but would look it up on a map and get back to him. He texted, okay, and that was that.

A week later he texted back, had I located Surfside, and was I willing to come by for an interview. I replied, I had, lying again, work and play got the best of me. He texted, well why don't you drop by for an interview. I texted, I was off Thursday, would that be a good day to drive over. He replied back, it would be as good as any, and looked forward to meeting me. He sent me the address and a phone number in case I got lost, and to be sure to get there early enough to see the sun come up over the gulf. I replied I'd see him there.

My heart skipped a beat. I was nervous, but all too curious at the same time. I found a map of Texas online and located Surfside. It was just down the coast from Galveston where I'd visited. I'd have to figure out how to get there and the time of day to leave.

Wednesday night while at work I was a wreck. I had trouble concentrating on anything but the next day. When asked what I was doing on my day off, I lied saying I was going over to see my mom who lived in a suburb in southeast Houston. When I got home, nothing I did would calm my nerves. In the heat of the moment, I rolled a couple of joints, grabbed a sweatshirt, an old blanket, and headed for Texas.

As I crossed the border I pulled off in Orange to fill up with gas and find a map. I pulled in to the first open place I could find, a Seven Eleven. In Texas, they're referred to as icehouses, because back in the day before refrigeration, you went to a store like this to get ice.

I left with a full tank of gas, a map, a six-pack of Coors and a pint of Jack. Just past Beaumont, I pulled off at a rest stop to figure out where Surfside was, the best way to get there, and down a couple of beers to quiet the butterflies raging in my stomach.

I had heard the rumors about rest stops but never paid much attention to it. You know the ones, they are not used to rest but are frequented by gays seeking anonymous sex. You're sitting in the stall, the lights go out, and somebody sticks their dick in your face.

I parked towards the far end of the lot, away from the restrooms and the lights. Two cars and a big rig camped out on the opposite side. I was sitting in my car, door open, windows rolled down, enjoying the night, the bourbon, and my second beer. I was relaxed. The butterflies were gone.

It was so hot. I stepped from my car and stood barefoot, peeling off my shirt. A dark-colored car pulled off the highway. I couldn't tell if it was a cop or just some random guy. The car stopped in close to the restrooms, a guy got out, walked towards the door, and then stopped, peering towards me. I caught his glance out of the corner of my eye as I bent over to pick my shorts up off the pavement. I stood for a moment looking over at him. There I stood, naked in the glowing dome light of my car. He stood for a while longer before retreating through the restroom door.

I watched as he disappeared never giving it much thought. I sat back down, lit a joint, and relaxed before I continued on my journey. I was sitting in the dark when the sound of tires crushing rocks caused me to flinch. A big dark car pulled in beside mine. Startled, I looked over the see a dark figure behind the wheel staring over at me. I could barely make out his hairy chest in the light. He never said a word. He slid across the front seat and opened the door. He sat there, as naked as I was, a thick erection pushing away from his crotch.

I couldn't believe it was happening. I looked around, thinking it was a trap. Why would some total stranger solicit me at a truck stop in the middle of East Texas? I was aroused and confused. I wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck me, or that he needed a blowjob. He began to masturbate. It was like watching a wreck happen in slow motion. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I pulled the bottle of Jack to my mouth and took a big gulp. The butterflies returned. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I was going crazy. I wanted to climb into the seat next to him and find out how for it would go. As I put my hand on the door handle, he pushed his foot against it. He shook his head no and pointed at the overhead light in my car. A light went off in my brain. He was the guy standing in front of the restroom. He'd watched as I stripped off my shirt and shorts. He'd never parked next to me if it weren't for my overhead light showing my every move. I switched off the light and opened the door. We sat across from each other totally naked. He slid back so I could climb in. I stepped away from my car and slid in beside him, closing the door behind me.

I was so excited. My dick curved out away from my groin. He pushed his hand around the back of my neck and pushed me down. He was too thick I couldn't get him all the way down my throat, so I focused on getting him to blow by teasing his round thick head and jacking him off. It didn't take much coaxing before he began to suck air in hard and fast, exploding his load over my tongue to the back of my mouth. I raised my head to swallow and one last squirt splattered across my face.

With one move he pushed over opening the side door, motioning me out. I stood there, my curved dick in my hand, as he started his car and backed away. Frustrated, I plopped down in my car, picked up the half-smoked joint, let my seat fall back, and tried to make sense of what just happened.

It was late. The highway was pretty much empty. Just the occasional semi cruising low and fast. I drove west, buzzed, windows down, stereo blasting, and my left foot tucked under my right thigh, and naked, as I was when the guy shot his wad down my throat. Just before Winnie, I saw a sign directing me to the coast and the beaches. Horny gene took over. I wanted to find a place to park and walk naked through the sand.

The night was black. The road wound through the dark so I didn't know where. The only lights were the few attached to houses, and the stars spread across the sky. I had to slow down for fear of ending up in a ditch. I pulled off in the first empty parking lot I could find. There were actually several, but a single lamp on a tall pole lit those. I chose the first darkened one. I pulled in and parked, cut the engine and the lights. I sat and waited. Listening to anything or anyone passing by. Nothing. No one. I grabbed the second joint, my lighter, the canvas beach bag with the beer and bottle, and my blanket. I rolled up the windows and locked the doors as I climbed out. Tossing the keys in the bag, I stood for a bit soaking it all in.

The night air was thick and hot. It stuck to my skin like mud. My toes mingled with the cool sand as I traipsed over one dune to the next. After the third, I stood, facing the gulf. I looked around for any sign of life. I couldn't make out anything further than forty feet except the stars glittering off the peaks of the waves. I set down the sack, spread out the blanket and plopped down in the middle. I laid back with a beer in one hand and the joint in the other. The sky was magnificent. It pulsed. Streaking meteors lit up the darkness as they disappeared in every direction.

I was high, getting buzzed, naked, and horny. I couldn't get the guy from the truck stop out of my head. I wished he were here with me. Here on this beach fucking me. I got so aroused just thinking about him. I stood, my curved dick in my left hand. I took off down the beach masturbating to my fantasies. It took awhile, but I finally exploded sending my juices over the sand. I stood there for a bit bent forward, my mind lost in hallucinations.

The waves crashing ashore brought me back around. I strolled over, letting the warm gulf water slip over my feet. I slowly walked further in, before sitting down in the surf. It felt so good. I laid back. My world disappeared.

I sat up looking around. I couldn't tell how far from the blanket I'd walked. In the blackness, it'd be hard to find. I saw the glowing lights of a car off to the west. I noticed it was on the road on the far side of the dunes. It took some minutes before it got anywhere close to where I sat. In a second it whizzed by. I sat watching as the glow went from white to red. When it disappeared, I pushed up out of the foam and stumbled back the way I'd come.

I was dry, the salt water sticking to my skin as I passed the blanket a couple of times lost. I would've searched forever if I hadn't made out the white bag next to the dark blanket. I plopped down peering out at the sea.

By the time I finished off the bottle my head was heavy and the excitement of the next day began to wane from my memories. The rumble of an engine brought me around. It was approaching from up the beach to the east. Rows of lights cast across the sand, their luminance exploding over the waves.

I jerked up. Grabbing my blanket and the bag I bolted over the dune, dropping belly down on the other side. Peeking through blades of grass, I choked as the truck stopped. A spotlight danced over the beach, first to the water, back to the sand, then straight at me. I ducked. My heart pounding, my mind racing, I crab-crawled backward dragging the bag and blanket behind me. I weaved from one dune to the next finally stopping when I felt I was safe.

The truck stopped. I could see its lights flashing back and forth across the dunes. I held the bag in my hands, draped the blanket up over my head and disappeared down between the dunes. I listened for the rumble to come closer. It never did. Eventually, it disappeared down the beach to the west. When I felt it was safe I crawled out of my confines, over a couple of dunes until I was able to get a peek down the beach. Nothing. The blackness of the night returned.

I emptied the last two beers. They calmed my nerves. I looked around for a good place to hide in case the truck returned. In the valley of some dunes, I spread the blanket, finished off the joint, and curled up under the stars, my mind wandering back to my interview.

A screeching seagull woke me. The morning sky was still dark and gray. I pushed the blanket off my head, sat up, and looked around. Not a soul in sight. I yawned, twisted around, forcing my arms in the air, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I had to piss so bad my morning woody was more of a low hanging branch. I stood, slowly climbing to the top of the dune. Scanning the horizon. Again, not one soul in sight

I stumbled from one dune to the next. I stopped at the last one, peeking over the top. Again nobody. I climbed to the top, then looking one way, and back the other, all I saw was something I couldn't quite make out way west, down the beach.

With long gaping steps, I ran down the dune, heading for the water, my dick slapping hard against the inside of my thighs. Halfway there I let the piss flow. It sprayed over the sand, my feet and legs, and into the water. I ran as hard as I could, finally crashed butt first down in the waist-high water. It was so clear and felt too good against my skin. I sunk below the surface coming up at the last minute. Rising head first, I tossed it back, flinging my hair and arch of water backward through the air.

I stood watching the small fish glide over the sand. It was time to move on. I needed to get to Surfside as he'd instructed, early enough to watch the sun crest over the gulf. Climbing over the dunes I found my car exactly as I'd left it. I pulled the keys from the bag, unlocked the hatch door, tossing in the blanket, followed by the bag with clanking empty cans.

Plopping down, I turned the key, put it in reverse, and backed out. I was screaming off towards my destiny, the windows down, drying off in the thick morning air. As I got close to Crystal Beach I slowed down and pulled on my shorts

I got to the terminal just before the first ferry was scheduled to leave. Pulling my Tercel to the front, I cut the ignition, put it in park, and pulled up on the parking brake. I dropped my seat back, closing my eyes for the short ride to Galveston Island.

The ferry ride was always shorter than I remembered. I cruised from stoplight to stoplight, slowly making my way down the island. Crossing over San Louis Pass I picked up speed once again. Fifteen minutes later I was in Surfside. It took just a minute to realize the address he'd given was the bar on stilts in front of me. Turning on to the sand road, I pulled off to the side and parked. Not one single sign of life.

Exiting my car, I stood for a second looking around. Nothing there but the beach in front and the bar behind me. Yeah, this was the address he gave me. The sun would rise over the waves in about forty minutes I determined. I walked to one the three picnic tables in the sand underneath the bar and plopped down. I took a look around, a trash dumpster to the left, stairs leading up to the bar in front, some conduit with bare bulbs attached, and pipes threading through joists and down columns. On the far left column in the back I saw the shower. The idea of a shower sounded good. I needed to rinse the brine off my skin and out of my hair. I got up and went over to get a better look. Cold and hot. I never gave it another thought.

It took some time for the water to get warm enough to stand in. I considered sliding under the stream in my cutoffs. What the fuck. I stepped away from the shorts and into the water. It was getting hot fast. I turned the leaver on the cold side slowly introducing it in. I a minute it was just right. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and got lost in comfort.

I never heard him walk up behind me.

I turned around in the stream and opened my eyes. At first, I didn't see him. The water clouded my eyes. He moved. Startled, I jumped. He let out a chuckle.

"Sorry to sneak up on you like this," he said, "but you looked so inviting."

I didn't say a word still in shock. I turned the levers shutting off the water.

He looked his age. Stout and firm. Quite a bit taller than me. Shaggy sun-bleached blond hair cut just below his ears. Green eyes and a wicked Cheshire smile. He wore tan shorts over thick legs, a faded red t-shirt, and deck shoes without socks.

"You must be Cody," he said, "I'm Charles, but most people round here call me Chuck."

I shook my head in approval.

"Comm'n," Chuck said, turning away, and heading for the stairs, "let's get you a towel to dry off with."

"Leave those," he said as I bent to pick up my shorts, "you're not going to need those, and we'll get you new ones when you do."

Still, in shock, I stood back up and slowly walked behind him up the stairs to the front door of the bar. Chuck had already pulled a ring of keys from his front pocket and was fiddling to find the right one to unlock the door.

"So, you sailed since you were six," he asked.

"Yeah," I replied standing next to him on the landing, naked and wet, water dripping off the tips of my hair and splashing at my feet.

"What was the boat," he asked, "what type."

"Ericson 26," I said. "It was my father's boat."

"Mainly in lakes, you said," he replied, pulling open the door and motioning me in.

"Yeah," I said. "Lakes first and then the Pacific."

"Come sit over here," he said motioning to the bar, " and I'll run get you a towel."

He disappeared through a door at the end of the bar as I gingerly perched on a stool in the middle. It looked like the typical seaside bar you'd picture. Completely made of thick old wood. Varnished dark brown. In the corners hung nets with round cork and green colored glass bobbers. Old wooden boat wheel chandeliers hung randomly from the ceiling. Thick wooden stools topped with black Naugahyde lined the bar. It smelled of smoke and whiskey. It gave me a sense of comfort and I began to relax.

The door swung open, Chuck, with a thick brown towel in his hand stepped behind the bar.

"Here," he said, handing the towel over the bar to me.

"Thank you," I replied, standing up drying myself.

He stood and watched, that wicked smile returning to his face. I wondered what he was thinking, when he turned, grabbed a bottle of Jameson's and two small tumblers.

"A little something to warm you," he said pouring the whiskey first into the glass closest to me, and then the other.

I sat on the stool, the towel draping over my shoulders. We both rose the glasses together saluting.

"To my father's son," Chuck toasted, "and to our great adventures."

"To our father's son," I replied.

"You have to finish the toast," he said, the Cheshire grin returning, "or it doesn't come true. It's an ol' Irish tradition."

"And to our great adventures," I continued, my smile echoing his.

"There you go," he said, "you're going to work out fine I can already tell. Now, let me fix us some coffee to warm us the rest of the way."

"Why do think it'll work out," I asked.

"Well," he said grabbing the coffee pot from the burner and walking to the sink. "I guess it was the minute you didn't pick up those shorts down there you might be the right person for the job."

I smiled.

"Then," he continued, filling the pot with water and walking back to the machine. "There you sit, your beautiful naked self on that stool, your long locks draping off your shoulders, and that gorgeous smile you keep trying to hide."

I had to laugh.

"See," he said as he finished with the coffee. "You know you're the one. Plus looking at that cock of yours confirms it."

I looked down, it had begun to thicken and protrude away from my loins. There was no escaping the fact I was intrigued and aroused.

"Won't be long now," he said looking out at the water through the large dark tinted windows. "Plus, you got here on time. I admire a man who's prompt."

We sat silently looking towards the east, the smell of freshly brewed coffee tickling my nose, as he poured two more glasses filled with Jameson's.

"To our adventures," we toasted.

"Do you like cream in your coffee," Chuck asked holding up a bottle of Bailey's.

"Yes," I replied holding up my hand with three pointed fingers.

"Why don't we go four lad," he said, " that naked body of yours needs some comfort."

I laughed, throwing care to the wind. The booze and his playtime Irish drawl drew me in.

He came from behind the bar passing me a pint glass full of Bailey's and coffee. He stepped to the window looking out at the sea. I followed, the towel still draped over my shoulders.

"Have you never seen a more beautiful sight," he asked.

"No," I replied staring out to the horizon.

"I was speaking of your cock," he retorted, "you silly."

I burst out in laughter, the butterflies in my belly completely gone.

"I'm not kidding," he continued reaching his hand out to cup my cock and balls with his large left hand. "You have a beautiful cock. It's a wonder I don't have it down my throat right now."

I melted. I was ready for anything to happen and wanted it to. He stepped closer, let loose his grip on my balls, and moved his wide thick hand to my butt, pulling me in. My heart and head pounded. I looked up at his eyes expecting him to push his mouth over mine, but the sun cresting the waves took his attention away.

"There we are," he exclaimed putting his arm around my waist. "How many of those are you ready for?"

I didn't know how to reply. What was he asking me? Was I ready to join him for as many as we could have together? A nervous silence fell over the bar.

"A thousand," I finally replied.

"To a thousand sun rises," he said raising his pint glass to mine. "I'll drink to that."

How could I ever resist those green eyes, his Cheshire smile, and his Irish charm? My horny gene took over. I pushed up on my toes giving him a peck on his cheek.

"Let's drink up," he ordered, patting my ass as he pushed his groin in my side, "we have places to go, people to see, and things to do to get you ready."

I didn't care whatever plans he had for me, I'd relinquished my will to him. He let go of my waist and stepped behind the bar. In seconds he had two more glasses full of Jameson's poured

"Comm'n over here and drink up," he ordered, "we have a bottle to finish."

Whoa, I thought, I was already beginning to get buzzed. Horny gene was in total control by now. I climbed atop a stool directly across from him, peeling the towel from my shoulders and dropping it on the bar. I reached for the whiskey. He grabbed my wrist

"Not quite, young man," he said, "you still have coffee to finish."

I picked the pint glass off the bar, taking a one-eyed looked at it before putting it to my mouth, and chugging the rest of it. With one move I used the back of my hand, wiped the dribbles from my lips, set the pint on the bar, grabbed the tumbler, and threw the whiskey to the back of my mouth.

"Now that's a good lad," he said filling my glass again. "Wait for me this time."

I waited. We toasted. We both threw more whiskey to the back of our mouths.

"Almost done," he said, holding up the bottle before refilling our glasses.

I was getting really buzzed. He came around from behind the bar and sat next to me, spreading his legs, and pulling my stool next to his.

"Nice ass, nice back, nice chest," he said as his hand moved from one place to the next.

"Gonna hav'to do somethin about this," he said, tugging at my chest hair.

"Shave," I asked.

"No," he replied. "Wax."

I'd thought of it since the first time I read something about waxing. I wanted to do it, but just never did.

"I like my boys smooth," he said, pulling up his shirt to expose his hair free chest.

A light went off in my brain. He was smooth. I slid my hand over his leg and gazed down at his hairless arms.

"All over," I asked.

"All over," he replied, standing and pulling down his shorts exposing his thick, smooth, uncut cock.

I felt faint. I needed to drink. I pulled the glass up off the bar.

"Remember," he said, "wait for me."

We clinked glasses and slammed back two more before the bottle was empty. He pulled me up off the stool, practically carrying me through the door and down the stairs.

"Time to get you smooth," he said sitting me down on the closest picnic table bench.

"Smooth," I asked.

"I have everything taken care of," he said picking my shorts up off the ground and throwing them through the open passenger window of my car. "I took the liberty of taking care of it last night. The old Chinese lady who does me is gonna do the same to you."

He grabbed my hand, pulling me up, then, his arm around my waist marched me to his old, beat up, yellow Land Cruiser. He pulled aside the door and lifted me by my ass up to the seat. I fell sideways, my head landing on the edge of his seat. He closed my door. I rolled over, pushing further to his side. He climbed in lifting my head and setting it on his leg.

"Here," he said, "You want something to play with. Roll over."

I rolled over as he raised up off the seat, pulling down his shorts, his thickness plopping against his leg. I opened my mouth and sunk my head down, pushing the head of it over my tongue to the back of my throat.

"Nice boy," he said. "You work on that while I drive."

"Damn, you have a nice ass," he said, his hand moving down from my back and patting my cheeks.

I wiggled it for him.

"Gonna fuck that too, you know," he said, "first we got to get you smooth and clean as a whistle."

I wiggled it again pushing his cock further in.

He drove while I took care of his beautiful cock. Where to, I hadn't a clue or a care. I was drunk in the thought of being possessed totally. The truck stopped.

"Comm'n now," he said pulling my head up. "We'll save the rest for later, right now let's get you smooth."

He climbed out as I sat up. We appeared to be at the back of a small strip mall facing a gray metal door. He opened my door and reached in to pull me out. I scooted across the seat to him. His arm around my waist, he guided me through the gray door and into darkness. The door shut behind us. Down the hall was a single exposed bulb radiating bright orange light. He pushed me down the hall turning me left at the end and laying me out on a cushioned leather table."

"Wait here," he said, "she'll be right in to take care of you."

I was gone. I didn't care about a thing. I could hear their muffled voices in the next room. I closed my eyes as she walked in. I could smell the cigarette in her mouth.

"He's a young one," she said to Chuck.

He didn't answer

"He old enough," she asked.

Again, nothing.

"He know what he is in for," she continued. "What you goin to do to him. You should tell him. Hell, you never tell nobody. You one sick bastard. One day you gonna get in trouble for this, you know."

"I'll be back later to pick him up," was all he said as he hustled out of the room.

"That one's a bad one," she said to me. "What do you care? He already got you bewitched, don't he.”

I couldn't speak. I heard her fiddling with something. Hot wax against my skin woke me up. She spread it over the tops of my thigh, turning it before spreading more. I stiffened as she jerked my hairs out by their follicles. She laughed and did it again. After the sixth time, I knew what to expect and relaxed. She worked all the way down the top of one leg, pushed the bench to one side and did the same to the other. She contorted my body in all sorts of positions continually spreading hot wax and tugging out sheets of my body hair. The sensitive areas were under my arms and the thick curls of my pubic hair. Two hours after she started she'd finished, pulling out the last few she'd missed with tweezers.

"What do you think now," she said to Chuck standing at the door as she covered me with talcum.

I raised my head to see him smiling. I smiled back.

"See there," she said, "you got him bewitched alright. He gonna break your heart," she said to me.

Who cares, I thought. I pulled up off the bench dropping my legs over the edge of the bench. For the first time, I got to gaze upon my hairless body. I was aroused, sickly aroused. I wanted to stand naked in the middle of a crowded mall and shout how wonderful I look and feel. My horny gene was a raging fire.

I entwined my fingers in his as we scooted down the hall and through the back door. Before I climbed in his truck I had to stop. Stand there for a minute. Not caring. Not worrying. Just enjoying the moment and my total nakedness.

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